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 →

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