Charles once wrote, “Through all the terror, I can catch beauty in a glimpse of hope.”
When I feel lost and broken, I think of that phrase. How could I possibly have hope after losing my son to suicide?
But something happened because of this tragedy.
My capacity for love grew. Which restored my hope in myself.
Looking for hope and joy after my son’s suicide
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by Carly Stansfield
If I had to describe myself in one word, it would be fighter. Throughout my whole journey I have had to fight day in and day out to find happiness. I have had to fight for the one thing I have always wanted the most, full recovery.
For those who don’t know me, here is my story
I’ve always had insecurities and struggles–the biggest was separation anxiety from my mom.
In elementary school, I remember running to my mom who worked at the school, and clinging to her as my teacher pulled me off. I know now … Read more...
Suicide is loss of hope.
And certainly after you lose a child by suicide, your sense of hope is hard to find. What do you do after you lose one of the people that gives your life meaning?
The pain of losing my child by suicide was relentless at first until I just went numb and catatonic. That numbness is your body’s only defense to the onslaught of unbearable agony.
Yet through all that despair, I desperately held onto that tiny shred of hope that was going to keep me alive, keep me moving forward. I held onto it with … Read more...