I’ve been wondering why the death of Robin Williams, a man I never knew, is upsetting me so much. I’ve been emotional, on edge and fighting tears all week. Then I realized, it’s August. I’m reliving past emotions that I’ve never really been able to express or talk about. When I can’t talk though, I usually write.
The sting of losing someone you love to suicide always arrises at the most inconvenient times. For instance, when you find out you’re pregnant and the midwife wants to know about your family history.