I don’t know always know what happens after


People who read this page (trigger warning), often ask about Debbie.

Debbie is from the UK and she’s become something of a celebrity since she comes back to share on that page when she is struggling which I’m so thankful for. Many ask how she is doing. As of this writing, Debbie is still alive to the best of my knowledge.

I honestly have no way of knowing what happens to any of the commenters unless that person comes back to the site and lets me know. Many have and I am honored when they do. I think most who come and post to that page do not want to die. I’m sure many are so lost in that brain attack known as suicidal thinking, they can’t even remember where they were.

Before I published that post on April 8, 2017, Charles’ birthday month, I had to come to terms with some things.

One is I may never know what happens to those who’ve left comments or sent me a message.

I have to be OK with the unknown. Hell I live with so many unknowns.

I have to be OK if it didn’t save someone.

I have to be OK even if it does save someone and I don’t ever find out.

I have to know I did the best that I could with the knowledge and training I have.

I’ve learned so much about suicide since publishing that page.

In fact, between the comments on the page and Charles’ lyrics, I’ve learned more about suicide than I could ever learn from a textbook, movie or blog. Because those who come to that page are suffering the most intense, awful pain of their lives at that very moment. So bad they want to end it and they are fighting like tigers.

If you have fought and struggled with thoughts of suicide, there is not one molecule in my being that thinks of you as weak. In fact I think of you as Hercules. What’s more, I don’t think less of the ones who may have succumbed to it either.

I just hope if you are still with us, you are holding on.

Writing the post and sharing it on social media was supremely uncomfortable for so many reasons, not the least of which was that I know Charles searched that phrase. But it’s been worth stepping outside my comfort zone because the comments have not only helped me understand suicide, it has taught me to respect the struggle.

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AnneMoss Rogers

AnneMoss Rogers is a mental health and suicide education expert, mental health speaker, suicide prevention 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, Richard and Charles, and lost her younger son, Charles to addiction and suicide on June 5, 2015. She is a motivational speaker who empowers by educating and provides life saving strategies and emotionally healthy coping skills. As talented and funny as Charles was, letting other people know they matter was his greatest gift. And now that's the legacy she carries forward in her son's memory. Mental Health Speakers Website.

4 thoughts on “I don’t know always know what happens after”

  1. Living with the unknowns is so hard. I wish I knew then what I know now, but I don’t know if it would have made a difference. I don’t know how to go on.

    Living with what we do know is just as hard. Being a suicide loss survivor is so unbelievably awful. We have to keep going for those who are left, even if we can’t go on for ourselves.

    Anne Moss, thank you for all you are doing. I have learned so much from your blog and the community you have built here. It gives me somewhere to turn to and helps me feel less alone. Your compassion and determination are inspiring. You are my hero.

    1. Tears. This blog, the people here like you, have been an integral part of my healing. Honestly that was not something I expected. Gray said something interesting after the loss of her son. “The first two, years I felt obligated to live.” And she did. Now she lives for herself, too. Whatever works. It is so awful. There is joy now, too. I just feel all of it so fully.

  2. So little is in our control when we stop and think about it. I’ve found myself often wondering and praying about those who have shared on here, including you and your family. Like you said, even if we never hear about those who post again, I hope they come here and know they aren’t alone and that we do care.

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