Searching for Answers to Surviving the Suicide of a Beloved

By Sarah NeustadterJanuary 6, 2020

This piece discusses the topic of suicide and contains specific details that could be triggering to some. We ask that you use your discretion. 

“How does Yoko Ono live the rest of her life without John Lennon?” I Googled desperately in the wake of my beloved boyfriend John’s suicide. I couldn’t fathom living without him. I needed to know how she’d gone on. Trudging along through all those hours, days, weeks, months, and endless years with that aching pain of missing him. What made her life—and my life—worth living without John?

On a dark morning in early November 2008, my then-boyfriend laid down on the Cal train tracks in Mountain View, California, allowing himself to be struck by an oncoming train. It would take me years to process and understand what led to his suicide. Eventually, I came to grasp that he suffered from several risk factors that can lead to suicide, such as suffering from narcolepsy, having been physically and sexually abused, and taking antidepressants—which he’d started the week he died.

In the wake of his suicide, I became suicidal, a common side-effect of surviving a suicide. My grief was unrelenting and dislocating. I wanted to join him in death, and yet I couldn’t fathom leaving those I loved. I was stuck in my own existential prison, wanting to die but morally bound to stay in my body, desperately ruminating about how I would get through the rest of my life without my true love. This was why I turned to Yoko Ono for answers, but I didn’t find anything she’d written on the topic. Perhaps if she’d gone through the death of her beloved in the era of social media, I would have found more.

In seeking solace, I worked with a shaman in San Francisco from the Burkina Faso lineage of Malidoma Some. Her guidance was to write a book to help others going through something similar. To that end, I began writing emails to John and sent them to his defunct email address. I recounted our story like an investigative journalist looking for clues as to how this violent suicide happened right under our noses (we were a huge community of psychologists and healers in the Bay Area) when John was seemingly the most warmhearted and loving individual, often compared to Jesus by friends and even the pastor who spoke at his funeral.

It’s a cliché, writing a book to get through something so epic, but it accomplished exactly what I needed it to. It was therapeutic, giving me a structured, non-human outlet for my despair. Writing also helped keep the conversation with John alive, at least for a while, before I was ready to let it go.

Mostly, I wrote to transform my relationship with death, using John’s suicide as a catalyst to shift seeing death as a terrifying void that needed to be prevented at all costs—as our Western culture and medical system so rigorously advocates—into an alternative, comforting, and spiritual choose your-own-adventure after-party of sorts. Having ownership of my own after-death narrative was empowering and healing, especially since, in my own imaginative death space, I would be reunited with my beloved. An after-death reunion with John was my biggest meaning-making golden carrot that got me out of bed on my darkest days and inspired me to weave some sense of life purpose out of my trauma.

As the years of writing and rewriting went on, my grief abated, my will to live grew stronger and my broken heart mended. The act of writing and reliving those dissociated years of sorrow suddenly felt burdensome rather than empowering, a noticeable shift. I wanted to play, to laugh, to live, and to be carefree for once. I dabbled with the idea of getting my manuscript published, but when I submitted my work to a few agents and publishers, they all told me no one was interested in reading about suicide. It just wouldn’t sell, they said.

So in my mid-thirties, five years after John’s suicide, I dropped the manuscript, giving up the discourse of suicide altogether, both personally and professionally. I filled my time with lighter pursuits—partying, exploring altered states of spirituality and shamanism, improv classes, Burning Man, and the general smorgasbord of “light and love” fueled activities. Nothing heavy, nothing too significant, please. I was making up for the lost time I’d spent in the dark.

Then the world changed post-election in early November 2016, collectively catching up to the darkness I had lived through and later sought to avoid. All of a sudden, it seemed the things that ail our country started to be unleashed, though their tendrils had been growing outward for some time.  Social media addiction and toxicity, gun violence, and threats of terrorism and war all seemed to escalate as our country became more divisive and hostile, complete with public displays of rage and hate.

While the CDC statistics have only documented suicide rates up to 2016 (indicating a 33 percent increase in suicide-related deaths, especially amongst young people), reported rates show continuous increases in the past two-plus years; and celebrity suicides have dominated the headlines more than ever before. To me, there seems to be a correlation: more of us are considering suicide as a viable exit strategy, especially millennials. People long for a world that’s kinder, softer, and easier. The fantasy of an afterlife can often seemingly (and mistakenly) fulfill that longing.

Upon hearing about the suicides of Anthony Bourdain and Kate Spade my heart sunk, and I cried for the heartbreak of their friends and family, knowing all too well the road ahead for them in making sense of these deaths and how to heal. It was then that I knew I had to get serious again, to finish my book and share the knowledge I’d gained through ten years of living past John’s death. The urgency in the collective to save itself was palpable and beckoning. Completing my book would be my own small way of offering hope to anyone navigating through a suicidal landscape. My book Love You Like the Sky: Surviving the Suicide of a Beloved was finally published in June of 2019.

The book documents how I managed to heal myself and move forward all the while desperately missing my ex-boyfriend and wanting to die. I now know how to get through the rest of my life without my beloved. It turns out that I didn’t need Yoko Ono’s wisdom after all, though I would have been grateful to have it. I found my way, and I’m grateful for having the means by which to share how I did it with others who might be struggling.

Dr. Sarah Neustadter is a licensed clinical and spiritual psychologist based in Venice Beach, Los Angeles, who specializes in spiritual growth, suicide survivor grief, suicide prevention, grief, loss, existential heartbreak, and millennial issues. Her passion lies in exploring metaphysical and existential concerns and helping others understand grief as an entryway into a deeper process of spiritual transformation. Her book Love You Like the Sky: Surviving the Suicide of a Beloved is available for purchase now.

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  1. Jennie

    I suffer a great loss. My love to suicide sense then I’ve been finding myself an addict all over again. Alone hiding it. Being a mom. No resources around me.

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    1. TWLOHA


      We are so sorry to hear that you are struggling with loss and addiction right now. We hope you know that you are not alone in what you’re going through.
      If you want, you can email us at [email protected] and share more of your story. We would be honored to listen and offer you some encouragement and connect you to resources.

      With Hope,

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  2. Cynthia

    My granddaughter lived a big life. She was beautiful, smart, and the most wonderful thing to ever come into my life.
    We’d traveled to 20 countries by the time she was 23. We had more memories together than any other person I’d ever known.
    She got bipolar in her very late teens. Her life, alternating from magic to tragic lasted for a few years.
    We had plans. I was her favorite person. And she was mine.
    She hung herself about 4 months ago. All of herself was gone. She could not carry the burden.
    I cannot get pass my incredible loss. Everything that happens compares. to something we did, or saw in one place or the other.
    We were “lucky girls”. We did the “happy dance” we threw kisses, and caught them, to let them loose in the car, or when we went inside of our house. We had adventures.
    I had everything.
    I Just can’t grasp that I will never have her again.

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    1. TWLOHA


      We are so incredibly sorry for your loss. Losing a loved one is heartbreaking, especially to suicide, especially when it is your granddaughter. We hope through those memories you mentioned, you are able to find peace and joy down the line knowing that your granddaughter was loved and knew happiness when with you. You helped her to know joy while she was here. She was fortunate to have you, and you her.

      If you are ever in need of support, our friends at AFSP offer resources for those who are known as “Survivors of Suicide Loss.”

      You are not alone.

      With Hope,

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  3. KTB

    i can barely even believe that i just came across this post. february has been an excruciating month for me, for years now. i had a “valentine” who suicided. he wasn’t officially my boyfriend or anything, we were more like best friends who had slept together… but valentines day was kind of our thing. we spent valentines day together the year we met. we were both inpatient’s in a psychiatric program, and we stole cupcakes from the nurses station for each other… after we left the program we spent hours talking and video conferencing over the internet.
    it’s always hard, but extra hard when i start seeing all the valentines day stuff coming out in the stores (which is pretty much right after christmas now). i walk into some store somewhere and everything just hits me like a thousand bricks, all at once.
    i’ve actually had people suggest that i write a book too, which is kind of ironic. but, i don’t know if i even want to. most of the writing i’ve done has been just crappy poetry and stuff that’s only for me.

    thank-you for being so brave and sharing your story.

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