I don’t want to write about suicide
I don’t want the image of her
Clinging onto a chain link fence
Chef’s knife in hand
Chef’s knife inside of her
Looking through the chain link
At kids playing in the park
She mourned the loss of her son
She could not contain her grief
She could not hold on
She had other children
They no longer had a mother
My father no longer had a cousin
I no longer had a cousin once removed
When I was 18
I, too, wanted to kill myself
I thought the world
Better off without me
Better off without me
The emotional pain
A living hell
But I didn’t kill myself
I sought help
I got help
But I was not a mother
Grieving the loss of her son
I understand. Thank you💛
Thank you for your many powerful posts for suicide prevention in September, e, Finally got myself the courage to take a peak. Difficult topic for some of us to dwell on.
Speechless…I honor your courage to share😔
Thank you so much.
Sad but… such and compelling poem! Thanks for sharing! All my best wishes. Aquileana :star:
No. I do not believe so either.
Kitt – Thank you. The rage I felt I turned inward for many years and if it hadn’t been for some wonderful friends and then Tom surrounding me with so much love and understanding and finally Elizabeth to give me the tools I have to work with – I probably wouldn’t be here to acknowledge the horrendous acts of this man today. I’m determined he’ll never see the light of day. He received 9 consecutive life sentences and he’s been up for parole every 5 years for the past 20 years. I do not believe he or others like him can be rehabilitated.
I know! Got to take a trip up north.
Thanks so much, Kitt! I wanted to read SageMum but I just couldn’t do it – I know she’d understand too. (((hugs))) dear one. Miss you!!!!! Can’t wait to see you in PERSON!
Thank God you had the love and support of friends and Elizabeth to help you heal, grieve and focusing your anger in healthy ways. I send you my love again. I had no idea. Again, tears in my eyes. I allowed myself to imagine what I would feel if my son was violently taken from me. Profoundly deep sorrow and if it actually happened, no doubt unimaginable rage – a mother’s fierce protective nature knows no bounds.
Thanks, Dy. Don’t ever feel you have to read my posts if the content triggers you.
Kitt – There was something about your blog and the comments I read that broke lose inside of me. I don’t normally write about the profound grief that accompanies losing a child, but after Camille was murdered, I did most everything I could to destroy myself. It’s by God’s grace and wonderful friends that I learned to put one foot in front of another again. It hasn’t been until my work with Elizabeth that I’ve found healthy ways to deal with both my grief and my anger. Thank you for being there.
I hope that in writing about it that it was an ultimately positive catharsis – I’m so very proud of you for tackling such a heartbreaking event, and for sharing/writing about it so vividly and brilliantly XOXOXXOX
I can’t even imagine that kind of loss.
Ditto. Rest in peace.
I understand why! So sad.
Yes being a mother, I seriously don’t think I would survive either. So, so sorry for you and your family and the little boy who lost his life. Love and hugs.
Much more so her surviving children, than for I. But since it happened when I was a teen and I was suicidal only a few years later, it deeply affected me.
Yes, that would be terrible. 🙁 My heart goes out to your family. Even though it happened a while ago, I can tell it’s still painful.
Thank you, Maria.
It was truly horrible. He died of an allergic reaction to a bee sting. Anytime we were stung by insects, my mother would immediately medicate us with antihistamines, fearing an allergic reaction. Terrible to grow up knowing that the smallest thing could kill a child, and that grief could take a life, too.
My heart goes out to you, your father, your uncle and the rest of your family. Heart-wrenching losses.
I am so very sorry, Sheri. You and your daughter are in my prayers. Tears are in my eyes imagining your pain.
Without doubt. Suicide is tragic. Loss of a child is tragic.
Yes, when I was suicidal very few people knew. They, my closest friends, knew only because I told them. My friends made me promise to get help, which I did through student health services. I looked “fine,” was social, friendly, active, and high-achieving.
Now that I am a mother, I can only imagine what it must have been like for my relative to lose her son.
Tragic. Thank you.
“To know that it is finite while we are infinite.” True. Hard to remember when you are consumed with pain. But true indeed.
Very sad. Huge loss to our family. I’m glad the help I sought did indeed help. If I had suffered a loss as great as hers, I do not know if psychotherapy or meds would have eased the pain of loss.
I’ve put off writing about this suicide for decades. She died when I was a girl.
It actually was outside an amusement park. At least that’s what I recall being told. I was young when she killed herself. Perhaps I should change it back to amusement park. I’m so sorry I triggered memories of your brother’s suicide. As a mother, you can imagine how devastating the loss of a child might be.
Kitt, you write nice poems. Yes, one has to find help
I can’t imagine how I would cope if I lost a child. My kids are my reason for living. If I lost them… ? Thank you for sharing such a personal tragedy.
Sorry does not explain my sympathy for your personal tragedies regarding suicide. I empathize with you more than you can imagine- I watched my father grieve after him and my uncle found my grandfather after he jumped off a bridge. The pain never goes away and is suffocating sometimes. My great grandfather also committed suicide- and my grandfather found him after he slit his wrists in the bathtub. It haunts our family- and I worry so much for my uncle and brother who are both alcoholics and suffer from depression. Thank you for sharing this as it always helps to know that we are not alone in our pain- and people do understand this kind of tragedy and the aftermath that seemingly goes on forever with no closure. I hope one day you and I and any others that have been affected by these events shall find solace and peace and eventual happiness.
Unimaginable pain, I’d never want to write about it either. I went to that dark place, more than once. I saved myself. But I never lost a child. Heartbreaking.
There are no words 🙁
Kitt – You are so right, the pain of losing a child is like none other. It never, ever goes away. It doesn’t matter how many years have passed. It’s always there. It’s been almost 40 years since the death of my only child, a 7 year old daughter, and the grief continues to linger in my heart. I’ve never missed a parole board hearing of the man who murdered her and as long as I’m alive I never will. I’m the only mother that still shows up. I’ll admit, writing a suicide blog for next week is one of the hardest blogs I’ve written in a very long time. Hugs to you.
No one ever wants to write such things.
OMGosh! That is so very heart-wrenching. I can not even imagine being in such a situation. Sad to say that not many people can see the signs of somebody who wants to do that. And those who do think about doing this are so good at hiding it.
How sad. I’m so sorry. But what a wonderful piece of writing!
The pain is present in our words. And some pains are specially intense. Staying in control is what we need to do. Not to choke the pain to death, but to know that it is finite while we are infinite.
Tragic. Very powerful. I’m so glad you sought help.
Beyond powerful. Heartbreaking.
I’ve held off on reading anything suicide-connected for a long time, so forgive this brief reply.
But I could never….would never….want to miss anything you write.
I thank God you’re here and that you came into my world to be a wonderful and supportive friend who understands my struggles more than 99.9% of the people on this planet.
Such tragedy. Dear Kitt, how horrific, how did she do that, by a playground, with a knife??? Really horrific 🙁 So sorry you were subjected to this. This brings up my poor, beloved, adored brother’s suicide. I wonder all the time how my mother, who adored, absolutely adored, my brother, how she survived after him. Ugh, if I could obliterate mental illness, well I obviously would. I would give my right arm to have never heard of this damnable illness called bipolar d/o.
Mourning the loss of a child. I don’t want to imagine it. 🙁