Ruth Nolan Encourages Workshop Participants to Speak Out About Suicide

The (In)Visible Memoirs Project runs no-cost, community-based writing workshops throughout the state of California, with the aim of creating a literary landscape that pushes back on dominant literary discourse’s exclusionary practices. Between January and April, writer P&W-supported writer Ruth Nolan taught an (In)Visible Memoirs workshop at College of the Desert in Palm Desert, California. Project director Rachel Reynolds writes about the workshop.

Ruth Nolan and workshop participantsThe thing about invisibility is that there are real risks to refusing its cloak. Invisibility counts on these risks for its effective deployment. Anyone who has found their space at the periphery—which is more of us than not—knows how terrifying it can be to push back the curtain and demand to be counted. As the person at the helm of programming for the (In)Visible Memoirs Project, I am constantly awed by how many people—instructors, participants, and community sponsors alike—are ready to let their stories ring out.

According to the AFSP (American Foundation for Suicide Prevention), nearly 40,000 people took their own lives in 2010. In the same year, the AFSP identified nearly 460,000 attempted suicides. Tallied together, roughly half a million people navigated suicide directly in 2010. The lives of countless others were impacted too, as friends and family of those directly involved struggled to walk this terrain.

When professor Ruth Nolan responded to my call for new (In)Visible Memoirs Project workshops this past fall, she wrote, “All too often, suicide survivors become victims, too, of social prejudices and judgments, and having experienced this myself, I have come to realize there is a huge need to give suicide survivors a safe and productive space to write, identify, and heal.” We leapt at the chance to support her in her goal of providing the first-ever workshop for people who live in the Palm Desert region and have lived with the impact of suicide.

Ruth Nolan is a force. A professor at College of the Desert in Palm Springs, she teaches writing and literature in addition to advising the college literary magazine. She is a widely published poet and prose writer, and an editor to boot. Armed with both personal experience and the chops required to deftly usher writers into a carefully crafted safe space, we knew she would provide a transformative experience for her workshop participants. What we could never have predicted, though, was just how far she’d take them or how essential the space she held was.

Meeting with seven participants—who spanned a forty-year age range and various social and ethnic identities—Ruth discovered that many of them had either wanted or been invited to speak at public suicide awareness events in the region but then felt their story was too dark, or worse, been asked not to share it. Immediately, Ruth made space for sharing these stories a workshop priority. What began as a shedding of silence within the confines of workshop meetings gained momentum and bloomed into multiple readings at public events. As I write this today, Ruth and members of her workshop have just finished recording some of their work for radio broadcast. From silence to center stage in the course of a twenty-hour workshop—Ruth and her workshop participants are writers of the fiercest sort. 

Photo: From left: Darlene Arciga, Tim Johnson, Kimberly Martinez, and Ruth Nolan. Credit: Ruth Nolan.
Major support for Readings/Workshops in California is provided by The James Irvine Foundation. Additional support comes from the Friends of Poets & Writers.


This is amazing. I've

This is amazing. I've struggled with suicide ideation for decades and am so glad to find more people sharing their stories.

What a wonderful mentor these writers have found in Ruth. I can't wait to see what they bring to the discussion.


Dear Runingnekkid: I'm so touched by your comments....a group hug to you from everyone in the Memoir Project Palm Desert workshop / Writing on Through to the Other Side of Suicide....solidarity!

Proud to be part of a group of good ppl

I'm glad to be part of a group that still cares enough about their fellow man to keep them from leaping to death.  I think that what people see when they decide to commit suicide is the old adage that ' they're gone to a better place now '.  Perhaps that is true but whether you're a religious/spiritual person or not, we weren't created and nurtured to die.. when we die in accidents or old age, I can't speak for it but I know that many people have made great contributions to this world and society, as a whole.  The stigma that is usually placed on people that commit suicide ( and I hate to even call them " suicide victims ", because to be a victim of something means to me that you had NO CHOICE ) is that they are victims of their own minds.  Life is hard, life is disappointing but what it is not is totally unfair.  It's like the economy, we have to work alot harder for very little, which makes us feel like slaves  but at the same time builds our characters.  I think that what Ms. Nolan is doing is good because I have people that I've worried about- and I think we all get caught up in the negative vibe of this " new " society and think about giving up rather than facing it.  Thank you Ruth Nolan.


This article prompted me to write a new poem....about suicide....a subject I've never even talked about with anyone who didn't already know:

Sue i Side

Little i…..

Secretive, shame full…

Little Sue.

I hated Sue…I hated her name….

I hated her littleness.

I hated her hair….her crooked smile…

I hated her weakness, her smallness.

I’ve tried to kill her more than once….

The first time I tried,

She was just 20 years old.

She knew she was not loved,

She wasn’t loved….by anyone important.

I hated her, even though I didn’t know her at all.

I only knew she was a miserable little creature

Living inside of me, and I didn’t want her anywhere, especially inside of me.

So, I took some pills and drank some liquor;

But she didn’t die because

They pumped her suicide and anger out of me.

I dragged her with me everywhere for years and years,

Across continents, through the bush, up mountains,

I saw her everywhere I went.

I heard her cries (sometimes sobs),

I tried to drown them out; to smoke her out,

To deafen myself to her Presence.

So, it’s no wonder she was so unhappy, a being hated, ignored, injured,

Living inside my body, inside my mind, inside my heart.

Then I was a grandmother, getting gray, still hating Sue, she was unlovable…..

And she still wouldn’t leave me despite all my efforts to kill her, or maim her, at least.

She began to write poetry to me, and letters; she even prayed for me.

I tried one more time to kill her – again with pills and alcohol,

But she just vomited them out of me…..and let me sleep for a couple of days.

Sometimes I still don’t like her pettiness, her littleness….

Sometimes I still get irritated with her moods….my little Sue.

But I’m allowing her to grow up inside of me now,

And she’s no longer crying or sobbing.

She wants to find life now,

And learn to love herself.

Maybe she will, this time, if I side with her,

Love her,

Instead of trying to kill her.

I believe she may be the best of me.

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Ruth Nolan

What a powerful article- Prof Nolan is a force! I am
currently a student of hers in the Creative Writing
class & was impressed with the students writings
and amazed at the suicide statistics.