Searching for Answers to Surviving the Suicide of a Beloved
In the wake of his suicide, I became suicidal, a common side-effect of surviving a suicide.
Topic: suicide loss
In the wake of his suicide, I became suicidal, a common side-effect of surviving a suicide.
My brother was extraordinary. When he died, so suddenly and without warning, I felt that nothing would be extraordinary again. Except for my pain.
I knew he was struggling, but he told me was better.
i stumbled upon the news of Jarrid’s death the following afternoon, Tuesday, World Suicide Prevention Day, around 5pm. My brain rejected it instantly. Impossible. The words could not be true.
I never felt anger over her decision. From my own diagnosis of PTSD, I knew that much of what she did wasn’t her fault or entirely in her control.
For every person on this planet, there's a special day where we pause to honor our existence and our stories that are still being written.
By telling our stories, we allow them to find the light, to find other people and other storytellers. Suicide took the power of storytelling from my brother.
After my sister died, I did a lot of walking. I’d walk loops in woods behind my house; two, three, four times on the same trail.
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