Well, friends, that’s how this milestone anniversary has been for me so far. The only difference between my father’s suicide and a bad dream is that his suicide is, well, all too real. And if I’ve learned anything in the last 10 years, it’s that there’s no “waking” up from the suicide of a loved one. You can’t escape it. You can’t run away from it. You can’t hide it. Of course, you can try doing all these things, but you won’t be able to keep up the pace for very long. Eventually, your emotions will catch up with you.
What do you think, friends? Is there something specific you’d like to see me write about? Do you have any questions? You can read more about my father and my journey following his death here, here, here, here and here. xoxo