It’s been nine long years since that night. I was sitting at our computer at home, little eight grade Karleigh doing homework, when my mother came down and broke the news. “Matt died. He killed himself this morning.” We hugged and hugged. I cried and cried. That night was the beginning of months, years of heartache for my family. Suicide creates a different kind of grief. Guilt, anger, mass confusion. December 14th is a hard day for our family, every single year.
Even now, writing this post is so difficult. That lump in my throat is ever present but this is important. This is a subject that needs to be discussed. Matt’s death came out of nowhere and blindsided us all. We knew he was having a hard time but we never thought it would end like this. Support the ones you love and be aware of what they are going through. Ask those hard questions, it could save their life. Don’t be afraid to step in and help.
Put this number in your phone and hand it out freely.
National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1 (800) 273-8255