My aunt committed suicide in a very violent way yesterday. We are all shocked and in an immense state of grief.
I used to believe that suicide meant you didn't get to be with God.
Now I believe she she is home where she needs to be and is at peace. I pray that for her anyway.
I want to talk and talk and talk. I am in disbelief that this is happening to my family. I am so sad. I have cried all day and am so weak right now.
I cry for my uncle, my two cousins, my mom who has lost her sister.
I cry because I have been there and have been fortunate enough to come through the other side of it.
And I never ever thought I'd be part of the surviving family of a suicide victim.
