Survivors of Suicide
From grief to growth, from sorrow to strength.
This is our survivor's expression page where we can post and share our unique grief experiences through writings and illustrations.
This group is so well organized--more sturdy, dependable, and committed than any volunteer group, I've yet encountered. Its facilitators are very good--loving, well-trained and compassionate. Group members are wonderful. No one understands like they do. If you are a survivor of a loved one's suicide, please do yourself the monumental favor of self-healing through attending this group. I know it takes courage! Please take the step. You will heal. You will grow. And at some point, you will offer the same to others who suffer from this incredibly traumatizing experience. We love and embrace you! Kent Madden, father
Words of encouragement from attendees....
A review of our SOS peer-to-peer support group. Read about what one person gleaned from her experiences as part of our group.
I lost an adult son to suicide 1 ½ years ago. Losing a loved one to suicide cuts deeply into your heart and the grief and shock you experience are truly unbearable.
For many months I went to every week to a social worker and after 12 months I stopped because I realized the therapy wasn’t helping me.
I remember my brother who lives in Michigan telling me about a group he attended called NAMI
(National Alliance on Mental Illness).
I looked in the Albuquerque phone book and called the number for NAMI. I explained to the woman about my loss and told her I wanted and needed to join a grief group. She told me about SOS and that they met 2 Saturdays a month in the afternoon.
I went to the meeting not knowing what to expect and was pleasantly surprised. I was immediately greeted with heartfelt and sincere hugs because everyone in the group was walking on the same path as me. If I felt like talking about my loss, they listened without judgment and did not ask questions. If I did not want to talk that was okay too. I could let my guard down and cry and grieve openly which was very healthy and comforting because I knew I was not alone. I was with compassionate people.
I felt like I was “home and safe” and I was finally where I was supposed to be.
It is truly a blessing that I found SOS.
Why I Don’t Say My Son Committed Suicide
The news spread quickly. Two youths from the local high school had died over the weekend. “They committed suicide” were the words I heard to explain the tragic loss of two young people, who had their entire lives ahead of them.
It is common to hear those two words together—commit and suicide. I cringe when I hear it. They didn’t commit a crime. They died by suicide.
I am a survivor of suicide loss. After my son’s death, I was helpless to respond to the painful words that were spoken in hushed tones around me.
“It was a selfish act.”
“Didn’t you see the signs?”
“Are they in heaven?”
“I wonder what went wrong in the family?”
I was unable to formulate responses to these false beliefs. I didn’t even know they were false. I just knew they held me hostage under a grief so powerful I could hardly breathe.
In short bursts of time when I could focus, I read. Books like “I’m Not Sick, I Don’t Need Help,” “The Burden of Sympathy – how families cope with mental illness,” and “Man’s Search for Meaning,” helped me understand the suffering my son endured was so deep that he would take his own life.
“Schizophrenia with delusional behaviors,” the doctor had said. Ryan was diagnosed with mental illness nine months before he died. In hindsight, I had seen signs, but I didn’t know they were signs of mental illness. I never even considered mental illness real. I just hoped he’d outgrow the anxiety, fear and worry that had wedged into his psyche. Sleeping too much, not wanting to go to school, avoiding social situations, becoming more isolated and failing grades were what I had dismissed as “normal” adolescence.
I am not alone. Sadly, I hear stories of other parents who thought their child would outgrow these behaviors, too. When these behaviors change someone’s personality, it could signal a growing mental illness.
I stopped really seeing my son because I thought I knew him by heart. I dismissed his complaints and his tears. I didn’t reach out to help him find his way because I was lost too.
Parents cannot look inside a child’s head to see what dark thoughts may be present, thoughts of worthlessness, of being a burden or thoughts of death. These are thoughts they can’t shake. Too ashamed to speak them aloud, our children suffer. To share these with another person they fear judgment, advice giving and not being taken seriously, or worse, feeling weak and powerless.
Without understanding that mental illness is an actual illness, they don’t get treatment. Without treatment, it can worsen over time and become a full-blown health crisis that requires hospitalization. Or even worse, it can result in suicide.
All too often the “s-word” strikes fear in our hearts—fear of the act itself, fear of the unknown or fear of getting too close because suicide might be contagious.
We must remove the shame and stigma from mental illness and suicide, as well as the judgment youth often fear from talking about their feelings and seeking help. We must do a better job of helping young people share their darkness so that parents, teachers and others can support them. We must listen with our hearts even if we quake with inadequacy when we hear the pain of our child. We need to know of their suffering in order to move toward treatment. Talking is only the first step.
We must remove the shame if we want to reduce and eventually prevent suicide in our time. We need to practice using the words “suicide” and “mental illness,” so they roll off our tongues as easily as “bubble gum” and “dish soap.” We need to face our fear that asking questions about suicide will give our loved ones the idea this could be an option.
With understanding comes a responsibility to educate others to effect change in the words we use when referring to someone with depression, anxiety or any other mental illness. We can increase our understanding of mental illness and suicide. We can open the dialogue. We can stop blaming the families or blaming the ones who took their lives. There is no blame in suicide, only sadness and loss.
Those students did not commit a crime. My son did not commit a crime. They believed the only way to end the unbearable pain was to end their lives. They died because they didn’t have the words to express the deep psychological/biological turmoil they were experiencing.
I didn’t understand then, but I do now.
These truths eluded me for a long time. Sometimes truth must hold the darkness before it can shine the light.
by Desiree Woodland, Ryan's mother