It has been a year and a half since my suicide attempt.  My outlook on life has radically changed during that time.  I have gone from knowing that death was my only option, to having the life I have always wanted.  I have really had to work hard to change so much in a relatively short amount of time and I have had to spend a great deal of time concentrating on myself.

At first, the amount of time I spent working on helping my mind heal left me with very little emotional reserve to be able to handle my family’s emotional reactions and thoughts about my depression and suicide attempt.  Later on, I made a conscious decision to carefully skirt around those topics.  I was afraid to hear what they would say.

Although, I believe the time has come to finally hear my family’s thoughts, I am still afraid.  It is one thing to deal with your own pain, it is quite another to find out how your self-destructive actions impacted those you love.  At this time, both my mother and daughter have shared their thoughts with me, and they have generously given me permission to post what they said on my blog.  I will be posting what they said this week.

I would like to encourage everyone to take the time to read what they each have written.  I know it was not easy for either one of them to think about that time and I admire their courage in answering the questions I asked them.