Charles’ suicide felt intensely personal.
At first, I was sure it was because I sucked as a mom. Or that he was choosing to leave us.
I didn’t love him enough.
He didn’t love me enough.
I missed the signs.
I didn’t say the right thing.
I did nothing right.
His suicide was a crushing blow I took personally.
The truth is he didn’t do this to me.
He didn’t do this because of me.
He did it to himself.
Which was beyond my control.
It’s so painful to know how he suffered and I had no idea.
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So we’re going to do an exercise. We’re going to take all that guilt and package it up and send it away into the universe.
You ready? Here we go.
All of you who feel guilty because you may have misjudged that shifting line of enabling or rescuing your loved one’s as it relates to addiction.
All of you still torturing yourself over your child’s suicide.
All of you who feel there was something you could have done to prevent that overdose.
All of you feeling guilty for sharing your grief.
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