Being alone and being alone are two stories. When you lose someone, the surrounding environment is required on the first period of mourning with friendship and helpful deeds to help over this terrible time. The emotional and psychological support at this time will somehow help to be able to go back to the the point, on which the fate has struck. The lack of human cohesion has far-reaching consequences and the psychological stresses become even worse.
The second story is the story itself. I personally received helped in some way by seeing that I am with my story not alone. One of my best friends lost his partner a few years ago by suicide. Since I went to the public with Footpath of Life, numerous letters have reached me. Sometimes I was sitting crying in front of the computer, because the stories are so terribly bad and unjust. All those who have written to me, share my experiences and all have also tried to make me feel courageous. They put a candle in the dark, to whose light I could orient myself. In the first weeks I could not see it. But gradually I felt that it will continue for me, albeit quite differently.
I would be delighted if other experiences, stories, descriptions could help you to see a light in the dark. Please send me whatever you want to tell me and I will publish it at this point - also anonymous. All of you helped me a lot with this and when it worked with me, it could help others too.
E-mail to email@example.com - I will keep your anonymity, I promise.
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Please help with your friendship and sharings.
Thank you so much.
In any case, crazy enough to devote my life to a task that has become much more important to me than my home, my scooter and my garden. It is my life task, because a suicide kills us all in one way or another.