Yesterday was the anniversary of my student's suicide that happened many years ago. It doesn't matter though how long ago it was, though, it still brings on incredible sadness. This is when my life started to unravel. It seemed I had it all, married, three beautiful children, our own home, tenured teaching job working with learning disabled jr.high students, not comfortable, but adequate income.

I thought it was depressive reaction from the suicide.

In reality, I was in an abusive marriage, physically and emotionally, Had dealt with severe neglect, physical, emotional, sexual abuse as a child, and become a mother to my baby brother born when I was ten, ( he was my salvation).

I felt numb, nothing inside, until my student died. All at once I hurt with every fiber of my being. I didn't know what was happening. I had even less knowledge of how to fix it.

So started the years of therapy, but right now I feel the sadness for a child that died. A child that took his own life at 13yrs. old. It was many yrs. ago, but still I cry