When I decided to go public about Charles‘ drug addiction and suicide, I was terrified. Would he become the “poster child” for those ugly topics? Would everyone think that’s all he stood for? And would I become that mom that no one saw any other way–a mom whose child killed himself?
The voices inside my head encouraging me to speak out overwhelmed the ones trying to make me quiet.
Was I up to living a brand of being emotionally naked? Would I regret it?
Not once did I regret it. But regret reared it’s … Read more...