Throughout my life, I’ve been defined as a daughter, a sister, a wife, a friend - and today, a survivor of suicide. The latter is one descriptor I never even knew existed, let alone thought I’d take on until two years ago. In the wee hours following my father’s death in August 2011, unable to sleep, I took to my computer, looking for support, for answers. While the city and world around me was resting quietly, I was grasping for anything that ...