On September 21, I received the worst news of my life. My 22 year old son, who had been suffering from depression for 9 years had taken his life. I had moved to my new home in August. My son lived with my ex-husband since the divorce 3 years ago, and we had a close relationship. On Friday, Sept. 20th I was at work. I am an RN and had started my new job on Sept. 3rd. So many changes in my li…