I don’t know if posting this is the right thing to do, but I’m going to anyway.
Earlier this morning one of my sons threw
himself off a railway bridge in an attempt to kill himself, which was almost successful.
His head injuries are described as “catastrophic”; that word does not really convey the full sense of stomach churning sickness I feel when I see him. I have to be realistic: while there’s always hope, it’s looking pretty bleak right now. What’s really sad is that he could never see how much he had to live for.
I’m posting partly becuse he always tried to keep things secret and pretend everything was “fine”. It wasn’t. And partly for any other parents out there with children with what seems to have been clinical depression; it’s not easy.