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When The Holiday Season Is Over
When the holiday seasons is over, January can be a cruel month, a bleak cold-hearted month. The bright rainbow colors of Christmas have faded. And the dark desolate month of January is upon us.  - a month of depression, despair and desperation. A month when sadness creeps into one's soul and lingers and festers until one starts thinking of the need to escape, to leave life behind - because January is a suicidal month.
But before you start making plans, remember these words: If you kill yourself, it steals life from the living and the dreams of those that love you. Your loved ones will suffer agonizing penetrating pain that will pierce their hearts and souls.
Your death will be so incredibly devastating that your loved ones lives will never be the same again - their wounds will never heal, their broken hearts will never mend, their tears will never end.
So STAY! If you are thinking of suicide, STAY - your family and friends need you and depend upon …
The Christmas Season
The Christmas season! It may be the most wonderful time of the year - but if you have lost a loved one to suicide, it can be a season of silent sadness and sorrow, of languishing and lamenting loneliness. And I hope and pray that we may find some light within the darkness.
Because, Christmas is...love - embracing and sharing the love of family and friends, turning tears into smiles, frowns into laughter, extending kindness to others, offering comfort to those alone, lighting a candle to melt hardened hearts and opening the door to those who have been apart.
Christmas is...a time of forgiveness. Reaching out and shaking hands with those who caused pain, opening the hearts that are distant and bringing them near, removing the burdens of those that fear.
Christmas is...the season of giving a smile and holiday greetings to a stranger and giving a helping hand to a neighbor, giving to those who need you most of all and those most in need - knowing in your heart that i…
Thanksgiving: Home & Family
O. Henry wrote, "There is one day that is ours. Thanksgiving Day is the one day that is purely American."
And it is the day we travel, near and far, to go home. Home is not just where the heart is, home is who we are as a person and a family. We are home and we have lost a loved one to suicide and it is Thanksgiving. A day to come together and celebrate - a festive day of family, friends, fun and food.
And as we gather around the dining room table, to enjoy a feast filled with joy and laughter - there is an empty seat, someone is missing. Someone we love freely, deeply and dearly is not sitting at the table - but is resting quietly within our hearts and souls.
A day of happiness is shaded in silent sadness and sorrow - and tender tears seep softly from our hearts. We may feel alone but we are surrounded, embraced, but those who love us and we love - and for this we are sincerely thankful this day.
It is Thanksgiving and we will persevere and …
Taking Pen In Hand: Writing & Seeking Solace
You have heard of the expressions, "You drive yourself crazy" and "Don't drive yourself crazy." When you have lost a loved one to suicide, as I have, your mind becomes uncontrollably overwhelmed. I was an expert, a grand master, at driving myself crazy - wandering in the present but lost in the past.
I was living in a world of mental turmoil and torture, suffering in silence, as I sought answers to questions that could never be answered and how I could have saved the woman I loved from the deadly fate she sought.
I was on a cycle of mental frenzy and overload, a roundabout and loss in search of an exit, an escape. Then one day I decided to start a journal, to write down what I was going through - being brutally honest about the devastating conflicts, the turmoil and torture and the heartbreak within me.
In time, as I saw my thoughts and feeling written on the page, I was able to recognize when my mind was about …
What Was I Thinking?
What was I thinking after all that I have lived through? When I was 11 years old, my grandfather, my best friend and hero, killed himself. I rained tears of sadness and sorrow. Twelve years later my girlfriend kissed me and whispered, "Tom, I love you." The next day she killed herself. I rained tears of sadness and sorrow.
Since then I have lost childhood friends, former classmates, neighbors and acquaintances to suicide. And I have seen their families, with broken hearts and shattered souls, rain tears of sadness and sorrow.
Yet with all my experiences of knowing the damaging and devastating effects suicide has on loved ones, decades ago I lost all desire to live and made a serious attempt to kill myself. I ended up in ICU, in a coma and on life support. My family rained tearsd of sadness and sorrow.
What was I thinking? The simple answer is, I wasn't - I just wanted to die. The most difficult answer is, leading up to my attempt I never once though…
Suicide: An Everlasting Heartbreak
From the day I was born until I was almost 12 years old, I saw George Frawley almost every day - I lived just around the corner. George was a rough and tough man, confident and fearless - as Irish as a pint of Guinness. As a young man, he was an excellent boxer, well known in the Boston area.
He was a bookie. He was married and had two married daughters. By the time I was 5 years old, I was is partner and sidekick. We went to ballgames, horse races and boxing matches - and spent time in many Boston barrooms. He attended all of my little baseball and basketball games.
Every Friday night I stayed overnight at his house. We got pizza and watched TV and the Friday Night Fights. On Saturday mornings, we went out to breakfast. Almost every day, he challenged me to spell a new word. I was a magical and memorable time.
Decades ago, on an early September morning, I told him that I would see him after school - and he said that he would see me later. 
When I g…
How Do You Feel, When....
A few weeks have passed, maybe a month, since a loved one died of suicide. And you are going about your daily routine  -  and you meet a few acquaintances here and there. They express their sincere condolences. 
Then ask, "How did he kill himself?"  "Did she leave a note?"  "What did it say?"
How do you feel, when these questions are asked? How do you feel....how do you feel?

My response to these type of questions is:  Why do you need to know?

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