The Human Aspect of Tone
What was a great Saturday ended up in the unthinkable, my 17-year-old son died by suicide in our house. The shock completely pulled the life out of our family and me as a mother. I was left with a massive emptiness, a sense of guilt, anger, and sadness over why this had happened. I took the role of the “strong one” and set aside my own grief to support my other children and family. Once it caught up with me and I started feeling the massive darkness of the grief I got scared of where it could lead me.