I always wondered how I’d react if I got that kind of news. What would it feel like?
It hurt. This was more devastating than I could have imagined. More terrible, more heartbreaking, more painful.
Mental illness affects more than just the person who’s ill. It affects everyone around them. And when it takes a life—it harms more than just the one.
It’s hard to describe the deep wound that opens when you lose someone you love. It’s hard to describe how it feels, now that she’s been ripped away. It’s hard to help you understand the loss that I can’t escape.
I am going to try. I can’t promise it will be pretty or nice. But then, suicide never is.