My younger brother killed himself 13 years ago today. He was 16 and had been struggling for a few years with mental health. I feel like it was so taboo to openly talk about mental and so much has changed the last 13 years. Makes me wonder how it would be now. It was one of the worst days of my life, but I feel like it shaped who I was and how I decided to live my life. And the man I am now and the family I am raising now and directly tied to how I dealt with that.

I miss him dearly and truly wish my wife and child could have met him.

They say time heals all, but for me that’s only partly true.

So, my son took his life 2 years ago. He lived in another state, and was pretty private with his social and dating life. I don't know why. It was just the way he was. All he'd tell me is that I embarrass him sometimes (I'm silly, but very open minded. I was never strict or contacted people he knew. It's just how he was. As a teen and young adult, he wanted to be seen in a certain way, I guess. He was more serious, like my husband.

Anyway, it's been 2 years since his passing. I never was able to get his phone from police (still. And they won't return my call of why I can't get it. Just that it's an open case several years later). I have photos of friends that I was able to identify. I don't know if any of them have been part of his life since high school or community college. (We were never estranged)

I don't know if I should contact them out of the blue 2 years later to inform them? In case they did care and had a falling out or whatever. Or just let it go. I have an everloved page. But unless someone actively plugs their name in to Google, they would never know.

I don't want to create hardship or whatever to other people. But I want people to know why he might not be responding if they reach out. He wasn't on social media much. If anything, his memorial page is more active than he was. I need advice.

Both my parents committed suicide together and it spread around like wildfire to my friends gossiping about it and my work place as well. I had many people tell me it’s not that big of a deal and that it’s just human nature to spread it around. It has weighed on me a lot and I got very hurt by the people I thought I trusted. In my opinion, this is my trauma that severely impacted me. I should be the one who gets to tell someone what happened to me, no one else. Especially strangers who I’ve never met or briefly know having this information about me. I want the perspective of people who have been in my shoes, what do you think? Also I am 24, I guess I’m considered young so maybe that’s why I care so much.

My friend committed suicide a couple years ago. She was so young, and I suppose I still am. I don’t know if it’s because of losing her or if it’s unrelated, but I have such intense fears of people im close with committing or struggling. My younger brother always complains about school and I’m so incredibly paranoid that he’s depressed or going to die. I’ve always had anxiety about him since we were really little, but this is on a whole new level.

Part of me is telling myself to calm down and try to be rational, but the other half of me is screaming that if I’m not 24/7 panicking then I’m just leaving him to sit with his thoughts until they take over.

has anyone else felt with this? Do you have any tips on separating anxiety from rational worry? I’m just so tired.

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My mom died by suicide today. I am 24 years old. I don’t know how I’m supposed to go on without her. She struggled for so long and there were so many factors. She promised me that she would not hurt herself because she had previously lost her brother to suicide when she was about my age. She said she knew what it was like and knew how hard it was and that she wouldn’t ever do that to me. I just am struggling to understand because she didn’t leave a note. Looking for others who may have gone through this who might be able to offer some advice.

So my Mum found her best friend in her living room almost a week ago and she was insistent she wanted to go back so did but then after a few days there she decided she was selling and went to stay elsewhere. Now she doesn't know if she should sell or not, I don't know how to help or what to suggest. I was shocked she even went back in at all. Any help would be appreciated please

I recently had a close person in my life commit. I’ve struggled all my life with passive ideations and there’s a part of me that’s become more upset or almost jealous they did it while I don’t think I ever could. It’s added a weird/different layer to my grief over this person.
Anybody else experience this? For context I’m 40 years old and they were as well so this has been a lifelong struggle for me and them along with both of us having drug issues as well

My friend took their own life. Not only did they do that, they created a whole group chat and sent a video explaining how they were in so much pain they couldn't do it anymore. I wasnt included in the group chat. We were once roommates in a group home for mentally ill ppl; they had a letter, i wasnt included and I found out a counsul3r lied about me being mentioned just cause she felt bad.

This traumatized the shit out of their roommate (and my close friend) and caused their roommate to go into a crisis. Literally the day after I found out about my friend, Zeth's death, the cops visit my home looking for my other friend who ran away and was a active suicide risk.

I thought I was getting over my feiends death. Then I read the fucking note and I hate myself for feeking more rejected and just a clown for realizing I wasnt mentioned to which I had a sort of mental breakdown and started telling myself I didnt care about their death abd how I wasnt close enough to even be a passing mention so why tf should I care??

Im.just so tired. Im trying to hold on.

So 17 years ago tomorrow I went to visit my dad's house latw one evening because he wouldn't answer his phone, which was odd for him - and I arrived to flashing blue lights.

My uncle arrived 20 minutes before me and found a note on the stairs addressed to me telling me not to go upstairs and to just call the police.

17 years later and I'm still trying to get my head around it.

My dad was such a great guy, more of a friend than a dad really. The kind of dad you look forward to seeing, even as an adult.

There are so many things I wish I could say to him. And questions I would ask as to why we're here.

I'm 47 this year and I'm not sure that I'll ever really be okay with this no matter how old I get.

Miss you dad x

In the 6 days since you went our kiddo is picking up more words and spelling. Her curiosity for the entire world has grown so much AND YOU'RE NOT HERE TO SEE IT. You would have been so proud! FUCK YOU FOR WHAT YOU DID.

He was never depressed.

He loved life, he loved our kids, he loved me.

Then he changed. It happened so fast. He accused me of so many horrible things. He thought everyone hated him and was out to get him. He thought I was having an affair. I got so angry and sad. I wish I hadn't. I wish I had told him how much I loved him instead.

Everyone tells me he got sick, that it's not my fault... But I know him. I just know I could have made a difference.

Has anyone experienced the same? I just don't know what to do. I miss him so much and I hate myself for not doing anything to help him. If I had understood what was happening, if I had recognized the signs, I would have done something. I only made everything worse by expressing how hurt I was.

All this guilt on top of losing my soulmalte is eating me alive. I wish I could turn back time.

Its been a year since October 6th.

So I am still in the early stages, only about 5 weeks out after losing my wife. We loved each other deeply and she was my best friend and biggest support.

In addition to the grief of losing my wife, the guilt of not being able to save her, and for taking her for granted after 11 years together. I've recently felt really really abandoned, she left me alone to do all of this. I know she loved me but I am devastated that she wouldn't or couldn't stay for me.

Has anyone else ​felt like this? If so what helped?

Hi everyone,

I really need your help. My long-term ex-partner died by suicide three days ago, and I genuinely don't know how to process any of this. I'm completely lost, and I don't know how to live with this pain.

We were together and lived together for three years. I loved her more than anything. When we first met, she told me she struggled with depression and had previously struggled with heavy cannabis use, alcohol and other drugs. She was sober from those substances when we met, and she never used them during our relationship.

We were two women trying to build a life together in a deeply homophobic country. I struggle with depression myself, and I think we helped each other grow and learn how to live more fully, despite everything around us. She wasn't always happy, but she always told me she felt safe with me.

I tried to protect her from as much of the darkness as I could. I paid our bills, helped her with her university work, got her out of bed on the days when she couldn't face the world, helped her find jobs, and held her through it all. She loved me and supported me in every way she could, too. She was my rock, and I was hers.

Two years ago, I was accepted into an amazing PhD programme abroad. I had always dreamed of leaving our country because living somewhere so full of hatred was suffocating us. We found out about my acceptance months before I left, and she became increasingly depressed. Her depression often affected me deeply and triggered my own struggles, too.

We couldn't afford to have her move abroad with me, so we made the heartbreaking decision to break up. Even though we had decided to separate, I couldn't bear the thought of leaving her when she was so sad. I found her an apartment, moved her in with our three little angel cats, and stayed with her until my very last day in the country. I didn't even visit my friends or family before leaving because I wanted to spend every possible moment with her.

She was devastated that I was leaving, although she was also happy for me and proud of me. We continued talking after I moved abroad because we were both struggling with the separation. But staying so emotionally connected while being so far away made it difficult for me to build a life here, especially while managing my own depression. Eventually, I asked if we could reduce how often we spoke so we could both focus on our lives and try to move forward.

She continued looking after our cats, and I paid for their expenses. We usually spoke every couple of months. Even though we weren't together anymore, we still considered each other family.

She would tell me she was struggling, but never in a way that made me realise just how bad things might be. I kept reassuring her that she would graduate that year, find a better job, and that things would get better. When she told me she had accumulated debts, and one of our cats needed a major operation, I paid for the entire operation because I wanted to take some of the pressure off her. We might not have spoken often, but I never stopped caring about her or wanting her to be okay.

The last time we spoke was in August. She told me she'd found a job and a new flatmate. She also told me her depression had returned and that she was drinking too much, but she assured me she could handle it.

That day, I wrote in my diary: "Everything is going to change for her. She's going to feel amazing in no time. She deserves the world."

I never imagined those would become some of the most painful words I'd ever read back to myself.

This Sunday, I received the most devastating phone call of my life. Nothing in my darkest nightmares could have prepared me for it. My body and mind are in complete shock. I still cannot comprehend that this has happened.

She was my forever family. And I had no idea she was hurting this much. She never called me to tell me how bad things had become.

Reading her note makes me physically sick. She wrote that she felt so lonely, that she felt like a failure, and that she wanted the never-ending pain to stop. I cannot stop thinking about how much she must have been suffering.

Her best friend, who I also know, told me that she had been seeing someone new for the past couple of months. From what I've heard, that relationship may have been unhealthy. Apparently, her family had also stopped speaking to her in the months before she died.

I keep trying to piece everything together, to understand what happened and how I didn't realise how bad things had become. I keep thinking about everything I could have done differently, even though I know I can't change what happened.

I loved her. I tried to take care of her, even after we broke up, even from another country. I wanted her to have a good life so badly. I wanted her to be happy. I wanted her to have the world.

And now I'm left with all this love and nowhere to put it.

I don't know how to make sense of losing someone who was such a huge part of my life. I don't know how to stop replaying everything in my head. I don't know how to accept that someone I loved so deeply could have been in so much pain without me knowing.

If anyone has experienced something similar, especially losing someone to suicide after a long-term relationship, please tell me how you got through the first days, weeks and months. How did you cope with the shock, the guilt, the unanswered questions, and the feeling that you should somehow have been able to prevent it?

I feel so, so lost. I don't know what to do, and I really need to hear from people who understand.

A friend was telling me about their breakup. We were in a restaurant and it was a beautiful day. Suddenly, it struck me as fresh that my sibling is dead, and I felt like throwing up, or screaming and crying there in the restaurant.

But I kept nodding, and tried to give good advice.

Love and loss are so REAL. Most everything else is distraction. I don't know who or where I am. I stumble through the days impaling myself repeatedly on the same reality: my sibling is dead.

But I love my remaining siblings so much, and it feels a lot like grief because it's so wild and helpless.

So I do all these things to keep going, but they all feel absurd.

Work work work work. How will I survive forty more years of it; how will I keep myself from homelessness and poverty and relying on the same state that killed the closest person to my soul, which punishes us for needing it, when I am already so destroyed?

I never met her or knew her. But everything I've heard about her she seemed like such a wonderful person. I would gladly sacrifice my relationship with him if it means she could still be alive and they could be together.

She was a victim of circumstances outside of her control in a world that sees her as a problem. Her final tweet is haunting. "This is what I get for trying to be transgender in the United States."

He is also trans. He was the last person that talked to her and he regrets not being there. He says he wanted to just comfort her. He doesn't care if it traumatized him in the process. She was everything to him. She made him believe in the world but he only wanted to experience it with her.

I met him a couple months later. I say we are boyfriends but we're still figuring it out. But he's a wreck about losing her. Sometimes he texts me and I'm just at a loss on how to help. We don't live together so i can't just be there whenever. I just feel so horrible for both of them. They didn't deserve this.

I've always had problems with suicidal ideation. If it weren't for the fact that my cousin committed in 2021 I may have done it also. But it still feels horrible and meeting him he helped ground me and seeing how badly he's been recovering I've hoped to ground him aswell.

He's not made any attempts but he's had a few crisis moments since we met. Tonight I helped make him feel better. We have a whole system set up for if he is at risk. But I'm scared it's not gonna be enough. That he'll do it and I'll never see or speak to him again. That I'll go through what i did when i lost my cousin again. I only hope that if it happens they can finally be together again atleast.

Why do we have to live in a world where transgender people have to be hated and denied healthcare?

I've come to mourn her the same way I do my cousin and I was hoping to pay a tribute to her. She loved wreaths and I want to place one at her grave with him when we visit.

Hi All,

Four years ago, I lost my wife and struggled with severe grief and trauma. Since then, my health, finances, employment and family relationships have deteriorated. I’m now facing overdue bills, tax problems, possible bankruptcy and homelessness.

I’ve tried doctors, therapists and community services, but I keep receiving isolated appointments or referrals rather than coordinated, ongoing support.
I’m not looking for someone to fix my life. I need a social worker or case manager who can help me:

● Access benefits and community programs.
● Address debt, taxes and possible bankruptcy.
● Find housing support.
● Coordinate mental-health and trauma services.
● Develop an employment plan.
● Prioritize tasks and help me follow through.

I’m not dealing with addiction. I’m dealing with grief, trauma, financial collapse and the difficulty of navigating multiple systems alone. I’m asking for practical advice, not motivational quotes or another list of crisis numbers.

If you’re in Canada—have you found a service, organization or referral route that provides ongoing case management? How did you access it?

I want to document the entire process to share with mental health providers, make an actual change to our system. Something has to be better! I post here as others have faced these problems and it's the most sympathetic / empathetic group on Reddit! Or so I hope!

What would you do? What have you done? Nothing I won't try to save my family and stop the bleeding this trauma has caused us all.

Thank you for reading, it's a lot I know.

He was, literally, the person I loved the most.

We went through a lot of shit together in these past 15 years, he got physically ill and I was there for him until he recovered, he lived in my house when he got fired from his job and discussed with his parents, we went to drink in bars when he broke up with his ex.

Even then, he never gave up, and he taught me to do the same.

When I was bankrupt, when I felt depressed and couldn't find a job, when I cried because I lost a stupid local boxing tourment, he always told me: "don't be a fag, I know that you're better than this" he loved that word lol.

But, for some reason, he killed himself a while ago, no notes, no last calls, just a rope.

I couldn't believe it not because he died, I was mentally prepared for that to happen at some point because of his illness, but because he died from suicide.

I never thought that someone like him would die by suicide, he was like my mentor and I was just two years younger, someone I admired and taught me to be the best version of myself, to not cry, to not be a "pussy".

I remember how one time he told me when we were on discord after playing Overwatch "you can always count on me before thinking about doing anything stupid", and he decided to go away without even calling me once, his last message was just "Ok".

I needed some time to process it, because he couldn't just die that way, he was the strongest person I ever knew, he would have punched me in the face if I talked about killing myself and I would expect it from him.

We were both disabled, but he always told me that we had to be grateful for what we had in life, and only crybabies took the easy way out, how could he die? After telling me all that?

All those talks, all the times he told me to "though up" and "be a man" were useless, the person who gave me my life mentality shattered it.

But a week ago, his family invited me to his funeral, and to be honest, I completely forgot about him.

Idk how, but I just spent these last months acting as if he didn't exist, he did something so unforgivable that I must just pretend that our friendship never happened, or the torment of his choice would come and get me.

I declined, I invented an excuse saying that I was still in grief and stayed in my house.

My feelings were so mixed that I didn't know if he deserved me mourning his death.

But I made a choice, I decided that I had to take something out of this situation, and it was choosing that I will NEVER kill myself, no matter how bad things are.

I will not forget everything he taught me just because he betrayed me, if anything, THAT'S the reason why I will never give up.

And that's why I'm here today, barely surviving, isolated, ill, but I never felt so mentally strong and going forwards.

Thanks, Diego, and fuck you.

6 months after my Mom killed herself, I ended my 5 year relationship with my high school sweetheart. I had no energy to party every weekend with our friends like he wanted. He unintentionally made me feel even more alone and depressed, and asked for more than I was able to give him at the time. I needed to heal, and we both needed to find our true selves, separately, at least for a while. He took our break up hard, and I made sure to check in with his friends at times to see how he was doing. They said he was fine, and chose to leave out the part where they had recently experimented with drugs together....

We had been apart for 6 months, and on April 2nd, 2016, he texted me saying “I love you Alina. Forever and ever, and longer than that. Goodnight. Stay alive.”

He stepped in front of a train just a couple minutes later....His family gave me a two page letter that he had written for me. It was filled with the kindest, saddest, most beautiful words I’ve ever read. I was in a dark place for a long time....I've dealt with this pain, when all I wanted to do was end it like they did.

I gave Jake what he wanted from me in the end. To stay alive. I even had those words tatted on me eventually. I've never let anybody rush me through my grief. 6 months after my mother died, I stayed in my room for 4 months. I was never hungry and would sleep as much as possible so I wouldn't feel any emotional pain. My two friends and their parents gave me a safe place to mourn without judgment or time limits. I had lost a lot of weight, so they made sure to physically see me consume food at least once a day. I was paralyzed in my pain. I had lost my perception of time eventually. It didn't feel like 4 months at all. But it was time that I needed to give myself unapologetically.

This was months before Jake had even passed away. That was just my mom that I was grieving at the time. Her and I were close...We both spoke of an intense bond we shared, no matter what. Grieving Jake felt like a long dark period of time on auto pilot. A year later I focused on working as much as possible to help distract me. I was in love with the memory of him. To be quite honest, a big part of why I was so severely traumatized was due to the fact that he took his life the same way my mother did. The worst thing imaginable happening a second time less than 13 months later shattered me.

When your life shatters, put yourself first by grieving. Feel it. All of it. Go through all the stages of grief repeatedly until you get enough of it out of you.

Time doesn't heal you....it teaches you ... trains you...reshapes you.

Fast forward to 2026...I’m the happiest I’ve been in what feels like a very, very long time.. I had a son, and he is the light of my life. The sweetest kid I could ever ask for. Don’t ever think it’ll never get better...because it does. It gets so much better. Things just take time, and we have to learn how to cope with the pain life makes us experience. There’s so much strength and wisdom to obtain, and pass down to people in need. So please, do yourself and everyone who cares for you a favor, and stay alive.

Last year he shot himself in the head. I can't even believe its real still. Christmas, his birthday, its unreal. As an only child he was like my brother. We would meet up in between classes in college and have lunch. I picked him up from the airport and I didn't know that would be the last time we'd speak. He said I love you, can't wait to meet up for your birthday. The news came at 6am from my mom who had just got a call from her brother. We had to rush over to my uncle's house to support him. I can't unhear his cries. Seeing everyone around me sobbing. My grandma, his sister, his parents. It just doesn't feel real. I tried to talk to him about life, things more personal than just work and school. Tried to discuss things like drugs and girls that he couldn't talk to his family about. Tried to act like the big brother and talk about anything. But he was very closed off yet seemEd pretty happy. Always going on family trips and posting on Facebook all the trips they took together. Super close family we have. I'm in a similar situation mentally where I know the act. I know how to put on the "everything's fine" face when it doesn't really match my mentality. But to actually do it... I could never. But he did. And now I see the absolute devastation it brings. My uncle will never be the same, or his sister. She said her last memory of him was him tucking her in and kissing her on the forehead. They had just had a nice day out as a family with dinner and everything. Super short, obscure note. I just can't get over how unreal this all is. Not my happy cousin that I was so proud of for moving up his job quickly and graduating college. Instead of jealousy I was just ridiculously proud. I'll never forget you Joe I'm so sorry

My grandpa was 85 when he killed himself in March.

Since then I’ve learned that elderly people have the highest rates of suicide out of every demographic. (Not the highest amount, but the highest rate.)

A year ago today, my beautiful nephew left us after a crisis event at just 20 years old. We promised that we would never ever forget him, the life he lived, the amazing milestones he made it to, and the love he showed to this world. He had a very hard life, but was always determined to turn it around. He became an amazing mechanic, married the most beautiful soul, owned his dream car, a Nissan 350z.

There is not a second that goes by that he is not missed, or loved, or needed. I feel like no one in my life can ever understand the pain or the hole that his absence created. This community here has helped me so much in the past year to understand my grief and process it out in the open. I see your stories, the people left behind, the pain created in the wake of their absence. I promise that we will never forget. Tell their stories, carry on their legacy, tell others they are so deeply loved.

Corey, we miss you. I miss your laugh, your sly smile, your texts about some new car part you ordered. I wish we could turn back time and go back to grandmas basement where we hunted for ghosts. I dread Thanksgiving because you are not there. I dread Christmas cause there are no presents to give you. I love you.

I'm not sure if anybody will understand, but this May, my daughter was prescribed an SSRI at 17 after a rushed appointment with her GP.

She had a really horrific experience on the drug and was very traumatized by it.

But that's nowhere near the worst part.

She developed this rare condition called PSSD.

She couldn't feel love for her family, couldn't feel interest, couldn't feel pleasure, barely felt anything, she felt like a zombie, completely disconnected from the rest of the world and herself.

My beautiful daughter.

She killed herself a week ago.

Ever since then, I just don't know how to cope... only if she hadn't taken those pills. She only took them for a few weeks weeks, she was checking in with her pediatrician and psychiatrist. She had wanted to get better for the family... I still can't believe this happened. That some stupid pills took my daughter's entire personality and ability to feel pleasure.

Just a week before she took those pills, we were on the phone, I was on a work trip, and she was gushing to me about this movie she had watched and everything she'd read about it. She always got so excited over anything she found interesting.

Just two weeks before she took those pills, we were holding hands as I was leaving, I'd bought her her favourite drink, we were talking about the family and about her, and she was really hopeful that things could get better.

I remember hugging her, kissing her forehead... That was the last time she was still herself when we saw each other in person. As witty as ever.

Every hug after that just felt empty to her, I know that.

I miss my daughter. I didn't even get to be with my daughter during the last few months of her life. I still loved her, was doing my best to support her, but we both knew that wasn't her anymore.

She could barely focus on anything, was crying 5-6 times a day, stopped taking care of herself, barely ate, stopped talking to all her friends. The last month was really just her and me. I did my best. To make sure she was still comfortable, to make her meals, to make her feel loved. She was trying to reciprocate, trying to feel it, but she just couldn't do it...

I had to share. Nobody understands what this is like. I had to lose my daughter twice, watch her wither away and suffer.

She was so young, a straight A student, incredibly sweet, creative, she wrote poems, she spoke four languages, she worked at church on the weekends, we used to go on walks together. Just this time last year... we were together...and it just hurts

3rd post on here and this time I’m going to talk about my summer vacation as a whole and also the first month of school cause thats all that happened since my last post on here.

I still think about him every day, it still gets me sad every time I do and I hate myself a bit for not being able to let go. However, he was my best friend (not only that but my closest friend) and I don’t know how much I’m able to blame myself for missing him every single day.

Nothing really happened through the summer vacation except the norm. I’m glad I managed to travel a lot this summer, but that hasn’t really helped with trying to get better, quite the contrary actually. I just seem to associate him with travelling for quite a good reason I suppose which is weird because, in essence, I love travelling and thinking of him doesn’t necessarily make it worse just more thoughtful in a way because I only think about how he could’ve made the trips much better.

My killing point however is the start of school. Im starting my last year of high school and he used to be my deskmate so school is never easy (even before it all i hated it). This year is different, it’s like I’ve lost all my senses and feelings and I just live like a robot, I keep getting in arguments, I’m lazy, I’m turning stupid and it’s not ideal since I have to take my finals at the end of the year which completely decide what university i get into (yay!). I feel so dried out by it all and I don’t even know what to do anymore throughout a day. All I do is fake being ok with everyone since that’s what I’ve made them used to and then be hollow when I get home (and also eat like a fatass because of the stress of it all), its really hard. Today was a really weird day because a lot of small stuff managed to make me freak out and throw a tantrum in a way I’ve never had done before, I started pulling at my hair and punching my walls because of how things were piling up and I just felt like a maniac sadly, thats kind of the reason I thought I wanted to give you guys a catch up.

This is also why I feel like i need to be going to therapy again, but I feel like my mom doesn’t want me to go to therapy because since summer vacation started I haven’t had any contact w my therapist (which only my mom has the number to) and I dont have any money to go on my own anyway. Therapist is one of my closest friend’s mom though so hopefully I can sneak in and maybe make hold of some money. I feel like therapy made me feel way better when I was doing it, but at the same time i may just be reminiscing wrong like I usually do.

This is my 4 month (? I think so) recap see you guys in a few months time again and condolences to all of you who have lost someone, even though I’m in no space to give advice since I can’t recover due to my bitchy mentality, I believe you guys got it and I believe in you all to get through it or maybe just feel better about it. Remember try to not lose your senses or feelings