Thank you for all the messages, phone calls, hugs, letters, and beautiful surprise flowers on my birthday. One of my students gave me a picture of me with blonde hair and the word “art” is written on my knees. Today I turn 34..the same age Brett killed himself. I’m not sure why that has messed with my mind so much today..maybe because he will never get any older. I try not to be a downer on all my posts, but even though his death does not define me, it has been a huge part of my life. I’m not wanting pity, it’s just a fact..I’m without him on my birthday..and all our traditions that went along with it. But I appreciate everyone that has reached out today. It helped.
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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