Nine months after my son Charles’ death by suicide, I was still struggling to get out of bed every day. My limbs felt so heavy, it was hard to walk, and even harder to run. But I did.
I had written an article for the newspaper that had taken six months to complete, totaling 1,200 words. It took me so long to write it because I was still processing the loss and I had told myself I wouldn’t send it to the editor until I could end it with a message of hope.
At the first of February 2016, it … Read more...




