My youngest nephew left us by suicide in June 2017. I remember he joined my sister and I for a NAMI walk some years ago. I remember that he raised the most money for donations of any of us. He really wanted to help. I also remember two times I visited him in the hospital years ago I brought him goodies. He told me he would share them with other patients. That's the kind of guy he was.

I think of my youngest nephew every day. Every day. My family is devastated.

I, obviously, see posts about suicide or extreme desperation often here and other places. Perhaps this may seem odd, but I rarely respond to them because I don't quite know what to say. Of course I want to yell "No!! Don't do it!" I wish I could stop everyone from such permanent actions. I want to remind people that such plans or actions are the illness' fault. I want to remind people that things always improve. I swear they do. It requires patience sometimes. Excruciating patience, but better times do come. After death, there is no more life on earth ever. No chance ever for improvement. Ever, at least to my knowledge.

If anyone here lives in NJ or near western or central NJ and wishes to participate in the walk I mentioned, it's on Sunday, October 28th in the morning to early afternoon. Details can be found at Out of the Darkness Walks No fundraising necessary. Other walks around the country can be found on that website, too, and NAMI often has walks (Home | NAMI: National Alliance on Mental Illness).