Nothing ever prepares you for reading a suicide note written by your own child.
I’ll never forget the look on my husband’s face when he handed it to me to read. Shock, pain, and a heaviness all showed. As I read each section, addressed to different people in her life, my stomach twisted and tears prickled in my eyes. I wanted to throw up, knowing that she felt this way and hadn’t ever told us.
Thankfully, when I read my stepdaughter’s unfinished note, we knew she was alive and safe, at the t...
Published on June 08, 2017 05:16