by Jan McDaniel
After a suicide, those who are left in the rubble of their lives are thrust into survival mode. They must struggle just to live. Everything has changed in ways that do not make sense. Someone very important is gone, and the universe has altered on a molecular level. That happened to me. I’ve been where many are today, left on a battlefield not of their choosing.
Yet the world around us goes on, granting us very little time to heal before new battles begin. Many survivors are left with children of all ages. Many survivors are young adults or teens. All must become warriors, fighting first just to breathe and stand upright.
Balancing a crushing grief with life’s demands is very difficult. Guiding the young through this at the same time is nothing short of miraculous. And here is where I want to share something that is not directly about suicide but about a similar kind of war.