suicide awareness

There might be no better way to phrase it - let's suffer out loud.

There might be no better way to phrase it - let's suffer out loud.

That day is clear, even 25 years later. 

It was a Tuesday, the first day after Christmas break. I was in my bedroom listening to music when the commotion of my inconsolable mother, escorted by my brother, came up the back stairs to our house. I ran to meet them, and my brother simply said, "Dad's dead.