I lost my father to suicide in 1997. He was 84, lonely, and depressed. It was not a surprise to me.
I lost my son to suicide in 2007. He was 24, well educated, intellegent, successful, had just been promoted with the police dept he was an officer with. Had just bought his first house. And I still can’t believe it happened.
I am 47. I have felt different. Lonely, yet want to be alone. Always stressed, even over little things others don’t let get to them. I have been in therapy off and on for most of my adult life. I have been on many medications. […]