The grief of my brother’s suicide

by Nida Fatima (An author living in India)

Farooqui

Today it’s been 10 years since my brother Farooqui’s death. Although it’s been a long time, I have not forgotten him. It’s so painful to remember his last moment. Because I was the only one of the family who was with him, taking care of him.

He lived with major depression and attempted suicide many times. But every time he survived because I was keeping an eye on him every single minute. 

Because he was spiritually bonded with, he always shared his ups and downs with me in the last … Read more...

Turning Pain into Purpose Presentation

speaker for drugs and addiction

I miss the stage. But what I miss most is seeing all of you during and then after–hearing your stories.

This is a virtual version of my most requested topic. I hope you’ll join us on this webinar. It is free, however, it’s for a nonprofit and donations are appreciated.

DATE/TIME
Date(s) – Fri, 06/19/2020
2:00 pm-3:00 pm EDT

An Emotionally Naked Story of Depression, Addiction, Loss, and Hope

The topic is for parents and hosted by the nonprofit, Johnny’s Ambassadors founded by Laura Stack. See the series here.

Time: 2pm-3pm EST/12pm-1pm MST

Cost: $0 (But Johnny’s Ambassador’s … Read more...

Happy Memorial Day

Memorial Day is a federal holiday in the USA for honoring and mourning the military personnel who died while serving in the United States Armed Forces.

Here on emotionally naked that includes mourning military personnel who have died by suicide. Because those who have fought for our country often continue to fight those battles long after.

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What about the officer who broke the news?

I can still see his profile and the anguish etched on his face. It was a profile because we were in a police car. My husband sat in the front, and I was in the back and he had turned halfway in the driver’s seat to see us both. It was an awkward way to tell us and I’m sure it wasn’t his first choice. They’d gone to our home but we weren’t there so they met us in the parking lot where we’d had dinner.

He was white with an angular Romanesque face and a strong jaw. His hair … Read more...

A Post-Traumatic Growth Story From a Suicide Loss Survivor

How to Move Forward After Being Left Behind

by Jason Holzer

On May 8, 2003, my life would change forever. As I woke up and got ready to go to school that day, I noticed my mother was crying. It looked as if she had been crying for a while. When I asked what was wrong, she claimed it to be a stomach ache, immediately I felt there was something much deeper going on than that.  

She was also rushing us to get to school that day, another unusual clue that something just wasn’t right.  I was only 17 at … Read more...

I wanted to see my son’s body

Trigger warning: Strong Emotional Content.  

I ached to see him one more time. There would never be another opportunity, so the urge was strong and unrelenting.

In early, raw grief, it can be an almost irrational, desperate wish. I wanted to touch his hand, say goodbye although I knew his spirit had already left because I had felt it leave me the Friday he took his life. Before I got news.

Why didn’t I get to see my son one last time?

And this story begins at the end of my son’s life.

It’s not like on TV … Read more...

Books at no charge

DJ Viglis

I get requests, especially from young adults and those in recovery, for a free book. If I am at an event, I often do have at least two copies to give away that were gifted. However, giving away hundreds ends up costing me a lot of money because I have to pay for books from my publisher and then ship them. And right now I’m not making much with most of my paid event having been canceled.

So when I get a request, I know there are people in my tribe who can help.

Recently, a young man … Read more...

Emotionally Naked Love Story Audio is posted

Take it with you on your walk and listen to how these two found each other on Emotionally Naked, then found love and hope after loss.

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My mother’s suicide didn’t define how she lived

by Brynne Weaver

Barbara Ann DeTurk Weaver 05/18/1960 – 08/25/2005

The thing about suicide is: everyone assumes everything was bad.

This assumption has bothered me for years. The day of my mom’s funeral – where the air was filled with an insurmountable heaviness, “So sorry, so terribly sorry, we never knew, we never thought….”

Yes, well. Neither did we.

My mom was extroverted, fun. She was loud, loved to laugh, and smoke and drink. She loved pranks. She loved her ’80s hair (long after the ’80s) and bright red lipstick. She loved us. She showered us daily in her love: … Read more...

I have some big news

Around January or so, Jossey-Bass, a division of Wiley Publishing, an educational publisher found me and proposed a book idea. I wrote a proposal. The last one for Diary of a Broken Mind, took three months to write.

I had two weeks to write this one. It was sent by the deadline and I thought I’d never hear from them again.

But I did. Both the publisher and I thought this needed a co-writer. So I reached out to a fellow AAS (American Association of Suicidology) member, Kim O’Brien Ph.D. She has an amazing resume and has done a … Read more...