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Two days after my thirteenth birthday, my grandfather shot himself. A month and ten days later I lost my grandmother, too. There was some medical cause, but the truth is that she didn't want to live anymore, so she turned her face to the wall and faded away.
If I could roll back time, I'd try to stop it from ever happening. But since I can't do that, I try to think about the positive things that came out of those times. This is not something I could do at the time, and it's only now, 14 years later, that I can even begin to approach it that way.
Most importantly, even though it sent me into my first depression, his taking his own life might have saved mine. I've gone through some very bad periods. But never once did I seriously consider suicide, because I knew how it affects the people you leave behind. It just was not an option.
Also, once I'd experienced actual tragedy, the little inconveniences of life just didn't bother me as much as they would have. A failing grade on a test? A fight with a friend? They couldn't even compare.
I'd rather have my grandfather. But I can't. So I'll take what I can get.
Two days after my thirteenth birthday, my grandfather shot himself. A month and ten days later I lost my grandmother, too. There was some medical cause, but the truth is that she didn't want to live anymore, so she turned her face to the wall and faded away.
If I could roll back time, I'd try to stop it from ever happening. But since I can't do that, I try to think about the positive things that came out of those times. This is not something I could do at the time, and it's only now, 14 years later, that I can even begin to approach it that way.
Most importantly, even though it sent me into my first depression, his taking his own life might have saved mine. I've gone through some very bad periods. But never once did I seriously consider suicide, because I knew how it affects the people you leave behind. It just was not an option.
Also, once I'd experienced actual tragedy, the little inconveniences of life just didn't bother me as much as they would have. A failing grade on a test? A fight with a friend? They couldn't even compare.
I'd rather have my grandfather. But I can't. So I'll take what I can get.
Hi everyone,
I lost my son, Jason, on Aug. 8th. He was 25. He hung himself with a belt at his sisters house. Thankfully she didn't find him, her boyfriend did. She did however see him lying in the floor - stiff. I don't know how I feel...lost, empty, dead inside. At first, I felt that he was at peace and that made me feel better. I understand depression all to well. I suffer from chronic depression. He didn't leave a not and we really didn't know he was so depressed. We will never understand why. For several days right after he died, I would search around the house looking for a note, thinking maybe he had hid something the last time he visited me 3 days before his death. I was able to remember him and laugh at his silliness. Now I can't bare to think about him, see a picture of him, or hear the songs that he loved. When I do, I push it deep inside. I haven't cried that much yet. I did the first day and when I really think about that day it tears me to pieces. Although, I have chronic depression, it has been under control for the last 2 years. Now I am scared for myself. I don't want to go back to that dark place. I had a great counselor but she has moved away. And I really need her now.
To everyone here, I am deeply sorry for your losses and send you many virtual hugs.
Hi,
My partner of two years died two months today by overdose.
I have struggled to cope with the guilt of his death, and iam having therapy.
I just don't know what to do now as we were childhood sweethearts and then after much upheaval went our seperate ways, untill 22 years later when he left his partner for me. We were so happy together, however i knew he had always been troubled and hadn't realised how bad his depression over the years had become. However i stood by him and was there for him even when he had previously taken an overdose whilst he was lay in bed next to me one evening. I called the paramedics and he was saved. Our relationship was so very strong, we had this massive connection that no matter what we always pulled together and even through the years of being apart, we both wanted each other still.
The awful dillema i am left with now is that of his ex-partner, I stayed away from his funeral out of respect to his family, it was awful but i also had to think of them. I have been to the grave, i find it helps me so much to still be close to him but his ex-partner keeps throwing my flowers in the bin.
My partners sister is in touch with me and she is furious that the flowers are going missing as she knew her brother was so happy with me and that he would be so upset by this.
I went to the grave this morning and saw my flowers in the bin, i am going demented with this and so i took them out and tidied them up and placed a note on them asking for them to be left in the nicest possible way i could.
What am i to do about this awful situation, i should be able to go to his graveside and place something for him without them being removed. I miss and love him so much and now all that is left is his grave for me to love and look after.
Tracey said:On 12th May 2010 I came home to find my husband of seven years had hung himself in our garage. He was only 41 years old. He was the sweetest, gentlest most caring person in the whole world and I still can't believe this has happened. I don't know where to begin to pick up the pieces of my life. We had been together for a total of twelve years and longest we had ever been apart was a two and a half week trip I took with a friend. He was my best friend and we were always content to just spend time together no matter what we were doing. Noone saw this coming, we had been making plans and nothing had changed in his behaviour, I just can't believe it.
I can't get the image of finding him out of my head and I think one of the hardest things is that he knew I had struggled for years with the fact that I had been the one to find my mother dead when I was nine (she had leukaemia). I had been dealing with depression myself after losing so many in my family over the years and I can't believe he would do this at all but especially so that I would be the one to find him like that.
We had been talking about starting a family this year and I feel as though he has now taken my life with him. Everyone keeps telling me I still have plenty of time to move on and find someone else and still have a family (I'm 35) but I can't even think about that. He and I were so perfectly suited to one another or so I thought, I could never find anyone who would get me the way he did and of anyone on this planet who I trusted and would have never thought could hurt me like this it was Brook, how could I possibly ever trust anyone else ever again?
I just miss him so much and everyone around me is trying their best but they are all moving on with their lives and I'm getting the feeling they think I should be starting to move on with mine but I just don't know how to start. I don't have anywhere to live, I'm staying with a friend 'cause I couldn't possibly stay in that house after finding him like that, I don't have a job as we had decided that I would do the housewife thing and he would work so I have to try to find somewhere to live and find a job when I can't even concentrate on flicking through a magazine or watching a tv show.
Has anyone been through something like this? What do I do? Where do I start?
Tracey said:On 12th May 2010 I came home to find my husband of seven years had hung himself in our garage. He was only 41 years old. He was the sweetest, gentlest most caring person in the whole world and I still can't believe this has happened. I don't know where to begin to pick up the pieces of my life. We had been together for a total of twelve years and longest we had ever been apart was a two and a half week trip I took with a friend. He was my best friend and we were always content to just spend time together no matter what we were doing. Noone saw this coming, we had been making plans and nothing had changed in his behaviour, I just can't believe it.
I can't get the image of finding him out of my head and I think one of the hardest things is that he knew I had struggled for years with the fact that I had been the one to find my mother dead when I was nine (she had leukaemia). I had been dealing with depression myself after losing so many in my family over the years and I can't believe he would do this at all but especially so that I would be the one to find him like that.
We had been talking about starting a family this year and I feel as though he has now taken my life with him. Everyone keeps telling me I still have plenty of time to move on and find someone else and still have a family (I'm 35) but I can't even think about that. He and I were so perfectly suited to one another or so I thought, I could never find anyone who would get me the way he did and of anyone on this planet who I trusted and would have never thought could hurt me like this it was Brook, how could I possibly ever trust anyone else ever again?
I just miss him so much and everyone around me is trying their best but they are all moving on with their lives and I'm getting the feeling they think I should be starting to move on with mine but I just don't know how to start. I don't have anywhere to live, I'm staying with a friend 'cause I couldn't possibly stay in that house after finding him like that, I don't have a job as we had decided that I would do the housewife thing and he would work so I have to try to find somewhere to live and find a job when I can't even concentrate on flicking through a magazine or watching a tv show.
Has anyone been through something like this? What do I do? Where do I start?
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JANE MANSKE said:Tracey said:On 12th May 2010 I came home to find my husband of seven years had hung himself in our garage. He was only 41 years old. He was the sweetest, gentlest most caring person in the whole world and I still can't believe this has happened. I don't know where to begin to pick up the pieces of my life. We had been together for a total of twelve years and longest we had ever been apart was a two and a half week trip I took with a friend. He was my best friend and we were always content to just spend time together no matter what we were doing. Noone saw this coming, we had been making plans and nothing had changed in his behaviour, I just can't believe it.
I can't get the image of finding him out of my head and I think one of the hardest things is that he knew I had struggled for years with the fact that I had been the one to find my mother dead when I was nine (she had leukaemia). I had been dealing with depression myself after losing so many in my family over the years and I can't believe he would do this at all but especially so that I would be the one to find him like that.
We had been talking about starting a family this year and I feel as though he has now taken my life with him. Everyone keeps telling me I still have plenty of time to move on and find someone else and still have a family (I'm 35) but I can't even think about that. He and I were so perfectly suited to one another or so I thought, I could never find anyone who would get me the way he did and of anyone on this planet who I trusted and would have never thought could hurt me like this it was Brook, how could I possibly ever trust anyone else ever again?
I just miss him so much and everyone around me is trying their best but they are all moving on with their lives and I'm getting the feeling they think I should be starting to move on with mine but I just don't know how to start. I don't have anywhere to live, I'm staying with a friend 'cause I couldn't possibly stay in that house after finding him like that, I don't have a job as we had decided that I would do the housewife thing and he would work so I have to try to find somewhere to live and find a job when I can't even concentrate on flicking through a magazine or watching a tv show.
Has anyone been through something like this? What do I do? Where do I start?
I am so sorry to hear your pain. My personal experience with suicide has, indeed changed me forever: it was Jan 2, 2009 when my brother took his life (he was 51 & had been struggling with depression for a lot longer than I ever knew). I found him in his apt about 6 hours after he hung himself. He had admitted himself to a psych ward of a hospital 3 days before as he had attempted the deed, failed, and knew he was in need of help. Sadly, the hospital stay was horrible & only contributed to his abject sense of not knowing how to "move on with his life". He had been under the care of counselors for his depression, but was actually afraid of the medicines that probably would have saved his life. I have a lot of "surviver's guilt" as I didn't know how to save him - even if I had spent the night at his place that awful night after picking him up from the hospital, I don't know that he wouldn't have done it anyway days or months later. A very successful man in business, well loved by all who knew him, but lonely as many very intelligent people are who have a hard time connecting with others in developing deep relationships. I miss him deeply every day of my life and still after this amount of time cannot get used to being unable to pick up the phone to hear him call. He was the man who made me laugh the hardest, I miss the belly laughs. It is true that though these losses change you and to some degree you heal, and most definately find that the little stuff really doesn't matter. I think finding a good grief support group is most helpful even if better if its not specific to suicide. The stories at those groups, for me, are just too painful to be helpful. A good group is one where part of your mending comes from hearing other people's situations, sharing your own if you're able, and realize after repeated frequent visits with the group that there is so much learning that comes from the sharing of others. Don't know about everyone else, but it is simply not comfortable to talk about a suicide loss in hardly any situation, but grief groups it is! Some days are better than others, I carry on as I have three children and a husband and so wallowing in self pity is not an option. Some days, without warning, are ones that feel a chasm has opened up & swallowed me & I can't breath & am afraid of everything, then eventually, the chasm spits me back out and I guess it's just survival & acceptance. I find joy in the beauty of nature and my children, and frankly after everything that's happened I think I love them even more because we are all so imperfecft & I see a lot of importance in helping them (& myself) to find the happiness that alluded my dear brother. Love & prayers for finding your path again Tracey.
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