Anonymous wrote:My son killed himself. Including his younger brothers, we are left holding the bag knowing that we will never see him again. Our lives changed so decidedly and abruptly that we still have difficulty functioning after 9 months.
Before he died, I occasionally had those thoughts. Knowing I had three children to raise made it easier to shuffle those thoughts out of my head. Since my son's death, suicide is never an option for me because I know the pain that it would cause for those who love me.
It is a pain that is so traumatic that it seems that the pathways in our brains have been crossed up. My middle son had to be hospitalized because the pain was so overwhelming that he withdrew from life and was cutting himself. I have another son who occasionally cries himself to sleep. My husband and I are shadows of our former selves.
This, OP, is why suicide can never be the answer to my mental pain. There are resources available to me that I would have to exhaust. I owe it to those who love me to do more to keep myself healthy. We were clueless about our son and I spend far too many hours wishing I could turn back time. I have firmly promised that I will never do this to the people I love.
I’m so sorry. My son unsuccessfully attempted suicide and I know if it had worked I’d feel like you do. Right now we’re in a good place but honestly I’m scared a lot of the time.
OP and PP, I hope you find peace.