My mother committed suicide last week, the beginning of September, 1995. I am 26 years old.
She was not ill.
She was not in physical pain.
She was desperately low in self-esteem and deep in depression.
We thought that she was getting better.
In September, when my mom was 26, she was carrying me, about 6 months pregnant. I wonder if that had anything to do with it, seeing me at the age when she was having her first child.
I'm so very sad and so very angry and all the things I guess a person is supposed to be.
Suicide is the worst thing you can do to people who love you. It is a permanent solution to a temporary problem and the hell of it is how many options there are.
If your parents are alive, tell them you love them often. I never told my mom when she was alive and it's far too late now.
An anonymous daughter.
