Confused, bewildered, hurt and ashamed, we enter the realm of the suicide loss survivor. We never intended to be here. We never asked to be here. Not in a million years did we ever dream things could turn out this way.
But they have. Our faith may be shattered. Our hopes may have hit the rocky shoals. We may feel numb, split off, and like we are hovering over our own bodies.
People are coming up to us and saying the most loving and comforting words. We may hear them. We may not remember anything they said. Some people are speaking the most ignorant, uneducated, hateful and obnoxious words we have ever heard.
We will hear them. We will remember everything they said. Maddening, frustrating, and incredibly sad times are these. But it is merely a stage, and stages pass. Just as hours pass. Just as days pass. Just as weeks and months pass. Things do get better. You will get better.
TODAY, I PRAY FOR ACCEPTANCE THAT MY LIFE HAS BEEN CHANGED.