My son died two months ago. He was 20. I never saw, nor anyone close to him, any signs he was struggling I had no idea until I found him. We are still in so much shock and trying to make sense out of it. He left notes so we know why but it was fixable if he would have just said something. I can’t accept it. I don’t see how the rest of my life could be anything but constant turmoil. Constant agony. Every night I can’t figure how my body even survived the day. It doesn’t feel like it can. My son is my world and the hole I feel is massive. Debilitating. Impossible.

Posted by Tanna at 2022-06-01 15:27:48 UTC