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The world had some nerve moving on without my son in it

How could it keep spinning when what made my world light up had gone? As irrational as it was, I wanted to step off the edge and curl up in a corner. People drove to work, gave presentations, went to the grocery store, and picked up their kids from soccer.

It wouldn’t slow down because of my son’s suicide. Or for my grief.

Life trudged forward for months and my efforts to try and keep up fell short. It was a long time before I could keep pace again and when it happened, guilt tapped me on the shoulder. It was pushed away with defiance because Charles wouldn’t want me to be stuck. And as much as I wanted to move forward to feel better again, a part of me ached to stay back and leave bread crumbs so he could find us again. Moving forward meant leaving him behind.

None of it made sense. My emotions were all wavy, unsorted, and ugly, and to unpack it all and make sense of it, I wrote thousands of pages here and for other media. The story I ended up putting between two book covers kept stalking me until I put pen to paper. Or in my case, keyboard to screen.

All the pain, agony, joy, heartache, hope and love that had nowhere to go was poured into that project and relived again and again.

The writing process didn’t make anything prettier or less painful. But it helped me sort it out and find a way forward.

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Anne Moss Rogers

I am an emotionally naked mental health 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 addiction 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 mental health keynotes, training and workshop topics include suicide prevention, addiction, mental illness, anxiety, 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. Mental Health Speakers Website. Trained in ASIST and trainer for the evidence-based 4-hour training for everyone called safeTALK.

4 thoughts on “The world had some nerve moving on without my son in it”

  1. I’m with you that the writing process doesn’t make things prettier or less painful, but without them, I am not sure where I would be. Sometimes for me, it is the only way I can sort through the glob of words swirling in my mind.

  2. I felt exactly the same way. I wanted to stand in the grocery store and scream “don’t you know???” I still have trouble keeping up.

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