I looked on my Facebook memories this week, and last year I was at the funeral of the son of a friend of mine. It was one of the most unorthodox yet hopeful services I've ever attended. My friend's son had a long struggle with mental illness and took his own life. No matter how hard people tried to help him, it just wasn't enough to conquer his demons. He left a hole behind that will never be filled, and I struggle every day to make sense of the deaths of so many like him. I have 2 friends, both with sons that had the same first name, both boys took their own lives within 6 months of each other, and both boys struggled so hard against the demons that ultimately won. My daughter came home yesterday and she has been struggling lately with her mental health. The world is a much more difficult one than I grew up with, and while the challenges are similar, the world itself is so different. We are bombarded with images left and right of how horri...
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