It wasn’t just my son who died on the day of his suicide: it was all his hopes and dreams for his future, my hopes for him, and even my fundamental ability to have hope.
Not only do I struggle with grief and the suicide loss of my son, I rage against my need to take an antidepressant just to get through the day.
10 horrific realities, that face you in the aftermath of a suicide loss, that I wish someone had warned me about,
There’s nothing like tragedy to sift out your real friends from the rest of the chaff in your life.
The guilt that follows the suicide of a loved one can engulf and overwhelm you.