Looking for hope and joy after my son’s suicide
Share via: More I am standing somewhere noisy when all of a sudden a memory hits me and my heart freezes, breathing all but stops. The crowd becomes this surreal din of noise and I physically shrink in size while the colors of the room smudge together as the grief wave settles in. Lonely is … Continue reading Looking for hope and joy after my son’s suicide
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