Several times I have run this campaign for Beacon Tree Foundation. The deal is you run the “campaign,” it ends and then they ship out the shirts. There is a minimum that has to be met for the shirts to be printed so it’s not ongoing.
What’s cool is that the shirts are conversation starters.
It really warms my heart that both of these friends felt comfortable enough to wear the shirt and have that conversation–to reach out to help another human being in pain.
Thank you Liz and Melissa for sharing your stories with me. You know how much … Read more...
Talk20 in Richmond VA invited me to speak on the topic of losing my son Charles Rogers, 20, to suicide in June of 2015 and how it inspired the #griefheart project. This a conversational style event so it’s not a formal presentation. The Coalition Theatre was a challenging place to have video taken so there may be some times where sound or steadiness are an issue.
Despite the venue challenges, I think Mark at BES did a great job and I wanted to reach out and thank them for this video.
I have been thinking about doing a Facebook Live event, say 30 minutes on the subject of life after the loss of a loved one who died from a stigmatized illness, specifically addiction or mental illness.
Talking points below. This is my first LIVE event and this is not a presentation, it’s an event where I want to hear from you. How it works is below. I will be limiting this to 30 minutes.
What else are you going to do in one hundred degree weather? (That’s for those on the east coast)
At some point, you have to ask yourself, what is that baggage doing for me?
To move forward after Charles’ suicide, I had to let things go.
Like anger. Guilt. Shame.
Unlike other suicide loss survivors, I never felt a lot of shame. When we first started seeing signs of drug use, I did feel shame but as I educated myself, I came to realize addiction was an illness.
So I let it go.
I had some flashes of anger after Charles killed himself but I never thought he died by suicide to hurt me. I never felt anger at anyone else either. I didn’t blame anyone or think someone … Read more...
I remember waking up. Then dreading that I woke up and reality hitting me like ice water in the face.
My child is dead. I am the mother of child who killed himself. I actually feel as if I am in someone else’s skin because it feels so foreign and prickly. I just want to slide out of myself and into someone else’s life. Anything but the one I’m in right now.
Randy and I hold each other sobbing. The coulda, woulda, shoudas hitting us hard in the light of day.
How do I tell people my child is dead? How do I plan a funeral?