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I attempted to take my life many years ago despite many obvious blessings. I was married to a man who lost his son to suicide. I do not have the words to describe the pain that takes one to the point of making the decision to end life I live with regret for the damage and hurt my choice caused the people I loved most: my children. . I am grateful and humbled that I survived, saved by someone perhaps even more troubled than I was. Alternatively, I will never forget those who treated me badly, who judged me. I am on the safe side of events and my heart goes out to the dear ones who do not get there.