My dad killed himself when I was in the third grade, so I know a bit about the damage suicide does to survivors. The grief was unbearable, I felt rejected, abandoned, unloved, angry. My mom didn’t know how to talk about it, so I was left to make sense of all of that pain and loss on my own.
By the time I was 16, I was deeply depressed, isolated, and suicidal. I found hope in Christianity, and I credit faith with lifting me out of that particular abyss. But depression has dogged me all of my life, and with it suicidal desires. Medications have helped […]