Psychiatric Hospital Once Again..

Well, you asked, so I will try. My remarkable son died by suicide 7 months ago. Trust me, I understand despair. I could not fathom his pain, but I do now. Unless you have told your family that you want to die, they will not understand. You must impress this upon them. We were a great family–not perfect, but very happy and functional. Every day I secretly hope that I will get hit by a bus. For the first few months after his death I would run through dark, wooded areas hoping I would be attacked and killed. So you die and you leave a complete shit storm for your family. My son left a remarkable life with wonderful opportunities–I will spare you the details, but I am not exaggerating. My kid was a certified genius, handsome, musical, and super chill and humble. He left his brother, who is now an only child and thoroughly confused. He left his parents who are heartbroken and searching for meaning. Truthfully, if not for my younger son, I feel confident I would have killed myself because of the relentless pain and sorrow that I feel. Please don’t do this. I know things truly suck for you right now. You are fighting and feeling like the fight is worthless. I can understand. But please keep asking for help until you get the right person and the right mix of meds. Life can be beautiful, and you deserve a beautiful life…and your family deserves to have you in their lives and to get the chance to fight for you. I got none of that. Please try, and please know I am on your side.