For The Heart Cries: There is no medical reason why I am alive. In January 1994 I decided to kill myself and chose Sunday May 15th as the perfect date. Starting in February I kept a daily, detailed journal of what I was going through-plus my thought, reflections, fears and feelings of time past and time present. Part 1 , A Journal Towards Suicide. Part 2, A Journey Back To Life, my journey after my suicide attempt failed.
Easter! We have lost loved ones to suicide and now it is Easter. A day to rejoice, to celebrate - a festive day of family, friends, faith and food. And as we gather, nicely dressed. around the dining room table to delight in a banquet filled with joy and laughter - someone is missing.
Someone we loved freely, profoundly and unconditionally is not sitting at the table - but is resting quietly within our soul. 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, by those who love us and we love. It is Easter and we will persevere and survive.
We are family and may we find some peace this day.
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