Found this little gem tucked away in a box that I thought was long forgotten. This was taken in my bedroom, when I was 16, Brett was 18, in 1999, a year after we began dating, when my late husband would teach me how to play “Come as You Are” and other Nirvana songs on his guitar. Brett was very talented, very smart, very private, and very hard on himself. He never once thought he did anything good enough and he told me he always thought of himself as a “mistake” before he ended his life. One week before he killed himself we went to guitar city for the very last time where he picked up the same Fender and would play it quietly in a corner. I asked him if he wanted that guitar for his birthday and he told me that it would never get played. It’s awful how you can look back and see things only in hindsight. But I’m glad I found the photo…though sometimes it hurts more to deal with the happier memories then the bad ones.
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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