How do I get mad?
I knew there would come a point where I truly had to process that my son died at his own hand, but I just don't know how to be mad at him for it in the same way. How is a mother supposed to face this type of reality?
A recent article suggested that "suicide is not a choice, but a choice that one happens upon when the pain is greater than the ability to cope." And that "suicide is not a choice to die, rather an expression of the deepest human desire to survive."
This perspective helps me see Nathan's pain with a new lens. My compassion for his hurt is much greater than my anger at him for taking himself away from all of us. I'm not sure if I will ever truly be angry. Toxic sadness is my reality.
Late publish - originally written 7/10/2014
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