The day I realized I was breakable

I realized I was vulnerable when my first child was born.

I realized I was breakable the day I lost my son Charles to depression.

As Charles once wrote, “Life can crush your perfect world in under a second.” And while my life was far from perfect before he died, my world was completely shattered after.

What happened? I had a direction. I had a plan. No one marked the land mines or sent off warning flares.

I didn’t know what breakable was until it happened. I lost any shred of innocence and naiveté I had left. My fairy Godmother didn’t come rescue me. No angel came to me and said this was all just a bad dream.

Friends surrounded me and held me up. I nursed myself through the shock. I walked through days like I wasn’t in them because I didn’t feel part of the world any more.

Slowly, my broken world started to come back together. I started to heal. With scar tissue that will always remain.

It will never be like it was before and I know there is no going back.

But there is life after you’ve been broken.

My eyes are wider. My world less rigid. My heart more open.

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Author: Anne Moss Rogers

I am the owner of emotionally naked, a site that reached a quarter million people in its first 18 months. I am President of Beacon Tree Foundation, advocates for youth mental health as well as a writer and public speaker on the topics of suicide, addiction, mental illness, and grief. I lost my youngest son, Charles, 20, to suicide June 5, 2015. I was a marketing professional for years prior to losing my son and co-owned a digital marketing firm.

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