Monday, January 18, 2021

Witnessing the suicide

     The beginning of my mental health journey was New Year's 2009.  It was the day my life changed

forever.  From that day forward my life had a distinct before and after.  I had had a wonderful New

Year's Eve celebrating the holiday preparing to bring in the New Year until a great night turned

unbelievable.  My cousin's fiance was only a couple feet away from me when he put a gun up to his

head and pulled the trigger.  He was close enough I could've reached out and touched him.  It was the

single most traumatic event I had ever experienced and the most helpless I had felt in my life.

    That morning I was told I was handling it very well.  I remember just reacting.  I took his child out

of the house and waited until help arrived.  I was questioned by cops and detectives trying to see if I 

had murdered this man or if I was telling the truth.  I was told I handled it well in the weeks to come.  I

was more or less the strength of my family during an extremely difficult time.  I believe I may have 

been on antidepressants and sleeping pills occasionally leading up to this point in time.

    At that point of my life I was a teacher at a Catholic school.  I was not religious at all.  I wasn't even 

sure if I believed in God.  All I knew is I felt the most comfortable when I was with the kids at the 

school. I've always felt like it was God's way of protecting me through a very traumatic time looking

back on it.

    I recall for the first time in my life actually not only being willing to go, but wanting to go to the 

viewing.  I had to know if there was a heaven or a hell.  Seeing him in his casket and how peaceful he 

looked I knew there had to be a place better than this.  The last thing he saw was good.

    The week following the suicide, I met a very kind, understanding, supportive man.  He was one of 

the few people I communicated with at that time of my life.  Little did I know he would eventually 

become my husband, we'd have a child together, and he would turn out to be the love of my life.  I have

always given the credit to Ricky for meeting my husband.  It had to be him, God, or both, but I know

it was not a coincidence, especially because he asked me where my man was at the night before he

died.  My husband has been by my side helping me push through throughout my healing process.

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