*Trigger Warning*
Today I discuss Suicide. The elephant in the room.
September is Suicide Prevention month. I think every day should be suicide prevention day, if I am honest. Mental illness is rife, particularly at this time in our world.
I give you my suicide story, just one, I actually have three, but today I share the closest and most recent. The story about my fiancés death- by suicide in April 2019. This is the first time I have discussed the entire event, before, during and after. It's raw and it might be uncomfortable for you to listen to. This is the problem, nobody wants to talk about the S word, when more people should talk openly about it, about their depression. There is no shame in being mentally ill, depressed, bi-polar or an addict.
I believe hurt people, hurt people. And usually that person hurting so deeply, chooses to hurt themself the hardest- in a way so harmful that there is no coming back from. Unfortunately we are left behind hurting too.
There is a pandemic in the world right now, and it's not the C word, it is suicide and it has been around since 434 B.C when a Greek man took his own life.
Today I talk openly about what I went through, my pain, my understanding and how I am still healing and learning from my experience.
Join me as I share my incredibly difficult journey through love, loss and healing. I write this with love and to share Christian's story. He was the most giving human I know- giving to everyone else, except himself. I know he would want me to share my story, his story, our story; if it meant it could help someone.
With love and gratitude for every second I had with him, Elle.
