Can my grief spurts not happen in the middle of breakfast while sitting at a community table in the middle of First Watch jammed packed restaurant? Why can’t they just happen in the shower or at Payless Shoe Store like a “normal” person? Boy I look probably really scary right now..except to the man across from me eating his cheesy eggs…he’s looked up at me twice and it doesn’t seem to phase him..funny. I guess I was thinking about how Brett and I used to go out to breakfast…but I can’t remember anymore. It’s like it never happened.
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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