Anxiety, I Didn’t Choose You
Wish I had known……..that anxiety was going to rear it’s ugly head this far into my grief journey. Since losingContinue Reading
My Side of Suicide and Addiction
finding strength & joy after losing loved ones to suicide and addiction
Wish I had known……..that anxiety was going to rear it’s ugly head this far into my grief journey. Since losingContinue Reading
While I will never go around with my head hanging low, sulking, tell people how badly I have it – I must say that 2016 is not one that I want to replay nor would I wish anyone to step in my shoes and walk through.
I’ve never been one to keep up with new songs being released. I’m one of those people that can listen toContinue Reading
Did you know that nearly 23 million Americans—almost one in 10—are addicted to alcohol or other drugs?
After Ang passed I wrote a letter to a friend (basically journal writing), giving brief examples of the Roller Coaster Ride that I’d been on…..I will begin sharing as time allows.
Ang & I have alcoholism/addiction on both sides of our family. The odds were against us. Our father, grandmother, great-grandfather and an Aunt & Uncle. So far, I’m beating the odds and that’s what I plan to do – I will not let the demon get me.
What is there not to be angry about? My father has left us. I feel hurt and that manifests itself into anger. As human beings, we have a tendency to look for someone to blame. We usually do this in our anger because we’re trying to make sense of what has happened, trying to understand why our loved one has left us.
When a loved one dies, the pain is unbearable; losing a loved one to suicide leaves you, the surviving loved one, questioning yourself, blaming yourself, blaming others……the truth is, the thoughts, feelings & tears will come when least expected. You will get through this, it will get a little easier; but you will never quite fully heal. Grief Changes You.
I’ve been living with loss by suicide for over 25 years. Loss with no closure. The pain is less on some days than on others. I refuse to allow people to give me sympathy or show me pity; I’ve heard it all. I would rather have someone genuinely tell me “I know how you are feeling, I’ve been where you are.”






