I remember Brett crying in New York on our last anniversary trip together. We were riding a midnight ferry, he was looking at the skyline, and tears were running down his face. I was worried and remember putting my arm around his waist. I asked him what was wrong. He said, “nothing.” I then asked him why he was crying. He said, “I’m not crying.” We went back to the hotel, made love, and continued our trip like nothing had happened the night before.. I think back a lot and wonder what he was thinking that night..
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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!
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