I can't stop thinking about Ken and all he is missing out on by choosing to leave us. Suicide is such a nasty, devasting thing to do to the family and friends you claim to love. I know that the person who
is struggling doesn't see it that way, but the rest of us do. Not ever having been in a place so dark before it's hard to understand just what that feels like and the skew it creates for a person's thoughts and actions.
Today I'm going to the International Survivors of Suicide Day Conference in Sacramento. Not really
feeling up for a big emotional day, but I know it's important to my healing, coping, and understanding. I really want to feel at peace, I need to feel at peace again.
Survivors of Suicide Day is always held on the third Saturday in November and helps to gather and comfort thousands of survivors of suicide loss around the world. Both the newly bereaved and those who are years out from their loss come together to remember
and honor their loved ones and further build a community of survivors.