Emptiness

There are days I feel empty.

When nothing fills the hollow,

Erases the longing,

Or soothes the dull ache.

It doesn’t last as long.

Or feel as acute as it did.

But it still hurts.

Feels very surreal.

It hangs on my heart like a weight.

Before it melts away.

It’s grief reminding me,

I still love my child,

Who died by suicide.

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AnneMoss Rogers

AnneMoss Rogers is a mental health speaker and suicide education trainer and consultant. She is author of the Book, Diary of a Broken Mind and co-author of Emotionally Naked: A Teacher's Guide to Preventing Suicide and Recognizing Students at Risk with Kim O'Brien PhD, LICSW. She raised two boys, and lost her younger son, Charles, to addiction and suicide on June 5, 2015. She combines lessons learned from her experience with proven strategies to help organizations build a wellness culture that drives results and saves lives. She speaks at conferences as a keynote, at workplaces,and at K-12 schools and universities.

4 thoughts on “Emptiness”

  1. Yep surreal. 21 months now into this journey. Second birthday coming July 6. The tears don’t make it up to the eyes as much as they used to. At 20 months I noticed that. But I still wake up every morning and fight off the movie reel that plays his life from early childhood innocence up to envisioning my 21 year old boy hanging from his bedroom closet door in LA 2,000 away from me in South Carolina. But it’s never been about me. It’s​ the empathy and chronic sadness that I feel for what he must have been going through.

  2. I don’t know this feeling myself, but my heart grieves for you and the other families who know this all too well… Much love to you, Anne Moss. ❤️

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