Many of us meet with moments that define us. One of these moments for me was my mother’s suicide.
To be a suicide survivor is to survive the trauma of your loved one choosing death over life- but it feels like that person chose death over a life with you. More than 10 years have passed since my mom’s death in July of 2006, and I still sometimes feel abandoned by her choice. Even when I don’t, her loss is immeasurable to me.
Whether you are the mother, father, spouse, or child of a loved one who has committed suicide, please know that no one can tell you exactly how to process this trauma, and that there is no “right” way to heal.
Writing posts here was and occasionally still is an avenue of healing for me. Perhaps you will find in my words some of your own feelings. Maybe you’ll comment, and together, we might offer one another strength and peace on our journeys.