Offering hope, comfort and support for survivors of suicide loss.
Finding meaning after losing a loved one to suicide is no easy task. Why did this happen to me? How can I even begin to move forward? These are just a few of the questions I asked myself after losing my dad to suicide. I didn't want to write another post on how I found my peace, and began to move forward. So, I reached out to our online community to see what they had to say. Below are just a few of the comments we received. I wanted to ...
Why is grief viewed as a weakness in our society? If we continue to grieve for longer than a couple months people question, "Are you doing ok?" If we take the time to look at grief, we will find that it isn't much different than love. Expecting someone to stop grieving is like asking them to no longer love the person they lost. We will always love the person we lost; therefore, we will always grieve. And that is ok. Of course, the intensity ...
If there’s one thing this holiday season confirmed for me, it’s that Christmastime is forever changed in my book after having lost my dad to suicide. We all know the loss of a loved one impacts our emotions and even longstanding traditions. But, in addition to simply missing my dad this time of year, I’ve come to learn his death has a lingering and significant halo effect on my view of Christmas and New Year’s Eve.
For the past few years, I’ve ...
New Years after losing a loved one to suicide can be difficult for survivors. New Years is supposed to be a time of happiness and hope. Year after year I listen to people as they talk about what they plan to do to make this year better than the last. The gym is filled with new faces, as people pour in, promising to live a healthier lifestyle. New goals are set, projects are planned, and promises are made. When I think about it, New Years ...
Five years have passed since losing my dad to suicide. It is often hard to believe that so much time has passed, while other times it feels like just yesterday. My dad's death has been the most life changing experience thus far. It introduced me to a new level of pain; a level that I never knew existed. The year of firsts, as we survivors of a suicide loss call it, was a difficult one. Not because of his death, but because of my inability ...
