I suddenly caught the smell of Conor’s aftershave, and thought “Oh I wonder if that was you?” Then I found another small white feather.
Constant Replay – The loved ones left behind
Burying grief does not work. Over time, like a weed growing up through concrete, those emotions will emerge and demand to be accepted.
One More Light – One Year On
Chester’s art was powerful, emotive, unique and beautiful. It never failed to make me feel intensely; I ache when I listen to it.
Nobody gets me
Nobody cared. I would cry myself to sleep, scream along to Simple Plan, but no one ever entered my room to ask if I was okay, and I kept sinking.
Missing You is the Hardest Part
Too many young people, like my son, are unable to access appropriate support services at early critical points. Missing him is the hardest part.
Mental Health Matters
Mental health matters, and I refuse to accept society’s norm of turning away because of fear and ignorance. There is no excuse.
The Longest Day
Every day after losing your child is the longest day, particularly when your child has died by suicide. It’s about the number of hours of excruciating pain.
‘I’m Glad it Didn’t Work’ – When Not to Believe a Suicide Survivor
I told the hospital psychiatrist, ‘I’m fine, I’m glad it didn’t work’, even forcing a smile. I was lying. Luckily, I was sent to a secure psychiatric unit.
Never Underestimate the Power of Simple Kindness
Never underestimate the power of simple kindness. It can make the difference between someone’s day being worth living or not.
The Trauma of Suicide
Our loved ones did not die of ‘suicide’, or the methods that the Press should be ashamed of reporting. They died of mental illness, and we need parity.
Psychotic Cycle – My monthly cycle and suicidal ideation
Life was beautiful. It was the last week of the month. I looked up at the top of the building and thought, ‘I sure would like to jump off that!’
The Danger of the Tidal Wave
Suicide rates have jumped 30% in 2 years in my country. We need a plan that does not put people in the position where they must hide their despair.