WinterSunSenior Contributor
Monday World Suicide Prevention Day My Son’s Story
Tomorrow is World Suicide Prevention Day. A statistic that is increasing dramatically. This is the other side. Us after the loss of our son.
It was the first day of the new year.
This year.
He had been at a party. I picked him up.
I thought he needed to sleep.
I never saw it coming.
He was 26.
Loved music. Was in a band. Lots of friends. Lots of family.
Independent. Out of home since 19.
Had moved back home after a breakup.Difficult circumstances that needed time. Just needed to press pause for a little while.
He was on meds. A common anti-depressant. Compliant. He was engaging with a psychologist.
He didn’t have the usual symptoms of depression.
He didn’t miss a day of work. Dragged himself out of bed everyday. Actively socialising.
Now. He. Is. Gone.
And us?
His family and friends.
We try to understand. Can’t fathom how this choice was made.
We are broken pieces.
Broken hearts.
Broken lives.
We have been pushed to the brink of despair. We carry on.
Wounded.
It’s hard.
It’s painful.
This sadness will last forever.
Suicide. No chance of it ever getting any better. A permanent solution.
He gave up everything.
We lost everything.
The future. Birthday’s, company, shared experiences, love and laughter.
And the worse thing is... why weren’t we enough for him to choose to stay ?
Why didn’t he give us the chance to help ?