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Finding Hope in Writing

For some people, they find their hope by expression through writing. While we offer some ways you can do this, we also have articles and poetry from others who have experienced suicide loss.

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09/22/2014 at 10:59 PM
Yolanda Robles
My beautiful daughter completed her final struggle to depression on April 1-2014. She struggled at a very young age with depression. She was in therapy under dr's care as well as seeing a therapist/psychiatrist. Every medication she tried her body rejected it. She would have severe allergic reactions, being rushed to ER. Her final months were spent very despondent , looking back I can now see that would be a symptom of " hopelessness." I miss my baby so much she lived 34 years of those years 24 were in darkness & despair. I feel so sad when I think of how lonely she must have felt, even in a room filled with so much love for her. She was my little bestie, my confidant, my heart. I will never ever recover from this tragedy, but I knows he is in the arms of our Eternal Father God!!! Eternal rest grant unto them oh Lord, let perpetual light shine on them, may all the souls of our faithful departed through the mercy of God rest in peace! ????????????????????forever5????forever????connected bythecord!
06/21/2013 at 4:21 PM
Sophie.
I was just six when I woke on a normal saturday morning, going down for my breakfast. Me and my 9 year old brother at the time used to stay in my mams bed with her and watch films every night.I woke up and walked to the landen,where I saw my mam through the banister on the stairs. At first I thought she had fallen asleep on her way to bed as she had haven a few drinks the night before," wake up...Wake up" I said, I called her and then my brother woke,he came out to the landen, I was confused.He told me to go and get her mobile.But i was scared to step over her body on the step. I felt her skin and she was cold,her lips were purple and saliva hung from her mouth.All her contacts were erased, When we remembered that mam told us to go to our aunties if anything happened as we lived on the same road.It was horrible.Every day it goes through my mind.Im now 15 and it hasnt got any harder.Its got worse.I have to live with the pain and the images.It hurts me that she wasnt here while i was growing up,It kills me that as time goes on i feel i forget her hugs,her smell,and her voice.It doesnt get easier.
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