I’ve had several people say to me after hearing about my husband’s suicide, “I’m sure it was stressful for Brett being a cop.” If this is the case, then all cops should have ended their life by now. A lady that heard about my children’s book asked me, “why did your husband kill himself?” My reply was and always will be, “suicide is a mental illness.” She then replied, “Oh, ok, good..so it wasn’t you.” Their statements and many others are the reason why I won’t stop and why I share my husband’s and my story..I don’t care anymore. I have felt just like the song and I will keep telling it until I am blue in the face. I know that I’m not going to stop this unthinkable act that has been happening since before the Greek and Roman times, but I have a feeling that the more people talk about it openly and make it common terminology, like when you hear the words “breast cancer” we can make others more aware…and maybe it will help lessen the number of people to end their lives and encourage them to get help. Now…I gotta go…I’m off to another suicide panel…
July 13, 2017
Published by abovetherug
After my husband ended his life I was completely devastated and felt as if I was torn into pieces that could never be put back together. How could life go on? The emotional pain he ended was unknowingly passed onto me. I knew I needed help quickly. I joined a support group called SASS (Suicide Awareness Survivor Support) who supports the ones left behind after a loved one's suicide and also helps raise mental health awareness. I will never get over my husband's death, but I now know that I can get through it, thanks to SASS. I sweep nothing under the rug. By starting an open and honest conversation I hope to help break down the stigmas and start raising mental health awareness. Together we can stay above the rug! View all posts by abovetherug
