Recently our beloved son Kenny, just 19, ended his three-year struggle with depression by taking his life.
Despite the fact that it's been almost half a year, I think of him constantly. Memories of him flood my mind all day long, especially when songs come on the radio. I still cry because the music gets me. I think to myself, Kenny liked this song.
We go out to a restaurant and see something on the menu and I think Kenny would have liked this. We all do this, including my husband and my daughter.
Can you please tell me if the pain will lessen? When does it stop, and when does it get easier? When is it ok to let go?
I am torn apart by so many emotions, especially anger. I even feel angry at Kenny sometimes and that is hard. Your heart is angry but your head tells you he was sick. I
feel angry at some of my family and some people in the community. If Kenny had died from cancer, I would probably feel less alone right now. Some people were very supportive and caring, but others were silent.
I haven’t gone to the grocery store or church since Kenny died, the memories are too painful.
I don’t want to see anyone.I am also worried about Kenny’s sister. All these months later and she still has not yet cried for Kenny’s loss. All of us need help.