Ever since my son Charles died by suicide in June of 2015, I categorize everything as either before his death or after.
His death literally split my life in two and I am forever changed.
I still instinctively scan family photos taken after his death looking for him.
Anne, I do exactly the same thing. I still cant go through any family pictures. I moved to my sisters house cause I couldnt stay at the apartment with so many memories. I admire your courage, and read all your articles and posts. God bless you and your family. Keep up your noble and brave mission of helping those suffering due to suicide/mental illness/addiction. ❣💔