Distraught, I don't know where this goes.

My life is filled with much happier things now but that was not always the case. My own son battled a horrible drug addiction for about 9 years,so I know what you have gone through. I expected it to kill him at any time. He has now been clean for 9 years and is loving life. Just had a new baby girl last week. I thank God every day.

Congratulations! That's just great!
 

Sometimes when people come to us for answers the best thing we can do is to be there with them, in the place where there aren't any you can find yet.
 
Thanks everyone for the support. I still feel scrambled, have been attempting to be there for the family while nursing my torn ACL. I am so grateful for the kindness and commonsense advice of sf posters. Hugs to you all.
 

Shali,

I'm sorry I didn't see your post earlier. I've been busy with completing the publication of the murder story. There are no ways to fix this, no words for me to say that will make it go away. At least she didn't turn it on others like some vets do. My sister-in-law's brother said after Nam it took him a long time to gain control of his desire to just go out and shoot people. He was a really good guy. He only told me that after the murders my brother committed. The culprit was war. Do you know about Peace Pilgrim? This is her website. She gave up her professional life and walked for peace. Here's the website about her life.
http://www.peacepilgrim.com/
I've written a novel with her values in it. At some point I will publish it.

Like others have said, you can't save anyone who is hell-bent on killing themselves. There's the guilt of feeling if only I could have done something. There must have been something I could have done is another way to put it. You did your best. No one can do more than their best. For me, when I feel the way you are feeling the only thing that helps is time staring at nature, watching water. Allowing the breeze to flow over me. I rarely cry, but for some people that helps.

You are a caring loving person. One of the prices of caring so much is that it means when something like this happens, the pain cuts in to the core of who we are. The pain I have experienced has made me into a more compassionate person. That is the only good I can see that comes of something like this. Take care, dear one. And know that I, we care.
 

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