For Those Left Behind…

I’m a suicide survivor.

For those who aren’t familiar with that term, it means that someone I love committed suicide.  It was my college roommate, Rob De Toro (1980-2001).  I’ve spent years dealing with it.  The mark it leaves on your soul is permanent.  For about five years after his death, I would panic whenever a friend disappeared for more than a day or so.

I’ve made progress since then, the wound isn’t still bleeding, but the scar is permanent.

Here’s a link to the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline:

And here’s a very well-made video from another suicide survivor: