Those Left Behind After Suicide

When  I was 19, a friend killed himself. That day we had a fight. A silly, stupid teenager fight. It meant nothing. In fact, we probably would have been at a party later that weekend laughing about it, hugging it out...instead he killed himself. There was no tomorrow. I use the words "killed himself" rather... Continue Reading →

Grief lives here.

Most of my life I had been sheltered from grief. Up until I was 18 years old death didn't touch my life. Then, a dear friend committed suicide.  That was my first experience with death. Funeral. Grief. Suicide. Guilt. This year we have had to say good-bye to a lot of family, friends & a... Continue Reading →

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