This is awful and I’m not sure how I get through the next second, never mind the next minute or year or the rest of my life.
My son was just short of 17 years old and took his own life 3 weeks ago. The pain is getting worse every day. He’d had some mental health issues but we only started to become aware of them at the beginning of February and only a week before he died were we concerned to the point of calling the school, his Dr etc.
He was clever and funny and thoughtful and lovely. I told him this all the time. He was a teenager so of course he was also patronizing, moody and thought he knew everything.
I’ll never understand it and I just want to scream. I want him back here with me. I want my boy.