I was 22 years old when my mother jumped in front of a tube train. My father beat my mother every year of her married life, he broke her spirit and will to live. She was committed to a mental hospital three times, and the last time they gave her electro convulsive therapy.
The effects of her suicide have been profound. I turned to alcohol for over 30 years to dull the pain. My answer was to be found in the bottom of a pint glas or a bottle of spirits. As I kept asking the question - WHY? That one thought went around my brain like a washing machine on an eternal spin cycle. WHY!
I could not form relationships. I loved my mum the most, so I could not trust anyone not to shatter my heart again.
I drank and missed job promotions, work opportunities and relationships. Embarrassed myself at family functions due to excessive drinking.
I married late at 39 and my partner is wonderful and supportive. The WHY question still gnawed at me, the monkey on my back. I had 3 beautiful adorable children but I still drank.
My “social” drinking now was out of control, it was now dangerous amounts of spirits drunk.
Two years ago, it got really bad and I went to alcohol counselling and cognitive behaviourial therapy CBT. Joining AA was the turning point for me - admitting I was an alcoholic and needed help. AA saved my life. It is debt I repay by now helping other alcoholics find sobriety.
My mind is now clearer as to the WHY of my mum’s suicide - I don’t know and don’t need to know WHY. Crucially, I have accepted and respected her reason and right to kill herself.
My children always ask about the grandmother they never knew. It breaks my heart. I tell them the truth - your grandmother was a kind and loving person. When they are older I will tell them everything.
I am sober now and I am at peace with my demons.
I never had a chance to say goodbye. It really hurts.
Be kind to loved ones, hold them tight, tell them you love them, because tomorrow might never come to say those three words ever again.
All I can say is the decision that my mother made ripples through the generations.