According to some things that I have read, surviving the suicide of a loved one puts me at an increased risk for suicide and depression.
Is this actually true?
Everything that I knew about life changed on June 22nd, 2015. On this day, I learned that my mother took her own life in my childhood home. She was 53 and I was 26 at the time.
Relationships are hard. Two people come together that have separate lives, interests, and beliefs with the expectation that they’ll be able to find some common middle ground and spend copious amounts of time together. You know what makes these situations even harder?
Living in the past.