This is my 4th of July whipped cream pie. Charles loved whipped cream like I did. Some of you had kids that drank from the milk carton. Not Charles. He sprayed whipped cream directly into his mouth.
Today my heart felt whipped and beaten. There are just days it feels that way.
I am an emotionally naked TEDx speaker, and author of the Book, Diary of a Broken Mind and co-author with Kim O'Brien PhD, LICSW of Emotionally Naked: A Teacher's Guide to Preventing Suicide and Recognizing Students at Risk. I raised two boys, Richard and Charles, and lost my younger son, Charles to substance use disorder and suicide on June 5, 2015. I help people foster a culture of connection to prevent suicide, reduce substance misuse and find life after loss. My motivational, training and workshop topics include suicide prevention, addiction, mental illness, coping strategies/resilience, and grief.
As talented and funny as Charles was, letting other people know they matter was his greatest gift. And now the legacy I try and carry forward in my son's memory.
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My Tyler did the same thing with cans of whipped cream! Thursday is the 7 month anniversary of his suicide.
Feeling it with you, Anne. There are days when you just can not push the grief into a corner. It shadows you all day long. These days seem especially more common on or before the holidays. The times that are supposed to filled with family.
My Tyler did the same thing with cans of whipped cream! Thursday is the 7 month anniversary of his suicide.
Feeling it with you, Anne. There are days when you just can not push the grief into a corner. It shadows you all day long. These days seem especially more common on or before the holidays. The times that are supposed to filled with family.
Thinking of you this week. Those anniversaries are hard. Of course I have only had one. But that day will always hurt