DecadianSenior Contributor
30 Years
Immediately after Easter in 1986 my badly-wired and deeply troubled son went into Juvenile Detention (a prison) and took his own life in July - he was in detention for about 3 months
His whole life was a struggle and I did everything I could - it was really hard and I did most of it alone - and it has left me with PTSD and at this time of year I find myself grieving for weeks and some days it can be really hard.
I don't have regrets about this - or feel guilty - but no one knows the truth about all of this because it was "too upsetting" and so I cannot talk about this with anyone but professional people.
I can get pretty unhappy as winter sets in - and somehow the 30th anniversary seems more painful -
Time does pass - and my grief does ease - but it never goes away
Decadian