Thought I was impossible to love | Demonised when my only way to cope was to shed blood | People told me that they cared, but they showed me otherwise |
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.
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.