My Husband's Suicide

My story isn't quite special really, although I have lived under some unique circumstances. My mother was a single parent raising my little sister and I until she married my Stepdad in 2007. I was five at the time and had no father figure until then. From that time on he became my dad. Our new family moved twice before living in a small city where we stayed for 6 years. This is where I made close friends, achieved academic excellence, went to church regularly, life was great or so I thought. What seemed to be our perfect life was turned upside down as hard times fell upon us. I was now the oldest of five younger siblings, my mom wasn't healthy, and my dad had to struggle to keep things going.

Another lash. My back bled, but by now I could not even feel the pain… a cold numbness stole over my limbs. The memories burned like icy fire, and I promised myself right then and there that I would never repeat my actions.. I would keep my head down… I would die, lost and forgotten, like I was supposed to.

When I was a child, I dreamt about being a doctor helping others. I knew at the early age of 7 that I wanted to make a difference in others’ lives. After the death of my mother in 1999, I slowly changed my mind about what I wanted to do with my life. I told myself that I would do whatever it took to help bring justice for families that go through what I went through with the death of my mother. As I was going through college I realized that criminal justice wasn’t for me after working in the field. I sat there one day wondering what I would do next and I realized I have a passion for helping others; and I love babies, so why not use that to my advantage. That is how I ended up here at Southern Careers Institute pursuing a career in the

Another critical moment in my life that changed me forever occurred in August of 2001. At the peak of hurricane season, Louisiana was terribly affected by Hurricane Katrina. Katrina devastated millions of people across the south. For the first time in my life I got to experience what it felt like to be homeless. I had lost everything! And even though it was not much, it still mattered. There were several moments when I prayed and wished that my father could be there. No child, my age should have to go through with what I did. In hopes to find assistance, my mother left me and my siblings with my grandmother for a few months. These months were terrifying. I remember crying several nights

One event that has changed my life forever and the way I look at things now is when my father was admitted to Greenville Memorial Hospital the day after Christmas last year in 2015. I was not notified that my dad had been admitted until the second day he was there. I clearly remember sitting at McDonald's with my then boyfriend on a date celebrating our one month. The fries I was eating were so delicious until I got the call my dad had been in a bad accident due to alcohol and had been admitted to the Intensive Care Unit at Greenville Memorial Hospital. I asked the caller, my dad’s friend Nancy, if she was sure it was him. She replied, “Yes, I would not play around with something like this.” My boyfriend and I left our food and immediately left

In fifth grade I found out my mom had breast cancer. I didn’t fully understand what it meant at the time, but as I got older I understood the severity of the situation my mother had to face. Eight surgeries and seven years later she is cancer free but still faces severe nerve damage and lots of doctors appointments and physical therapy. This put strains on me to take care of her and to do everything in my power to make her day easier by having one less thing to worry about: me. This was, and continues to be my driving force and motivation in school, my extra curriculars, and every day life choices.

The loss of a loved one is one of the most difficult experiences to endure in a human lifetime. The grieving process often encompasses the survivors’ entire world and affects their emotional, cognitive, spiritual, and physical selves in unexpected ways. After a major loss, such as the death of a spouse or child, up to a third of the people most directly affected will suffer detrimental effects on their physical and/or mental health (Jacobs 1993).

My mom was spending lots of her time over at a friends house in 2013, because one of her best friends Jenyi, was diagnosed with cancer. This was tough for me. Not being able to see my mom as much and knowing that Jenyi was struggling. This helped me grow spiritually and emotionally. I learned to put my trust in God, and as a family we spent many nights in prayer, hoping God would heal her. He didn’t. Instead, he chose to take her home to heaven. We didn’t understand, we had lots of grief and pain. I miss Jenyi, but I learned that everything was going to be okay. That good things came from bad, and that God can use these things to change people. After Jenyi died, we had to continue life, so we did. Not much later, in Des Moines for Labor day, we went boating with my mom's side of the family.

One of the most important events that happened in my life was just recently, and that was buying my second car. This thought process was in the making for quite a while, considering that I was getting tired of taking my silver Hyundai Elantra in the garage every four months for repairs. For that reason, it made sense that it was time for a new car or a used one, I did not care which all I cared about was that it had to be a manual transmission. In addition, the fact that I outright hate going car shopping, I put it off and off until this past January. Since my mom had surgery that month, she was home and could go car shopping for me, well searching on the computer shopping. Since she was doing that, I did not have to worry about it and she knew what I wanted for a car.

My mother had pneumonia. She needed me daily, but all I wanted was a break. Driving at night made me felt better and able to have breaks from my mother. She would need me every twenty minutes; sometimes, less than that. She never asked my sister or brother for help. I was older, so I knew how to care of her. On my way home, I still had

Grief is like weather. Some days are cold, wet and stormy, while the other days are bright warm and sunny. Today like most days its storming. I lost my heart, my life, my boyfriend to five bullets 1,327 days ago. Not only have I lost all hope but I forgot how to love so deep. Experiencing the passing of my boyfriend was never easy. I knew the love was always true from all the wonderful times we had, to the phone calls, until the funeral. I knew he was always the one who had my back. Dealing with the death of my boyfriend Dante’ was never easy but his spirit presence helps to persevere though life daily challenges.

When pondering this question, a plethora of memories comes to mind. One moment in my life stands out above all others. On the night of October 3rd, 2014, my life changed forever. While on my way to a travel softball tournament in Raleigh, my mom received a phone call that my older brother had been in a car wreck. After turning around and driving back for four hours, we made it to the hospital around three A.M. Immediately after stepping out of the car, hundreds of people surrounded us; of those people, one of my closest friends rushed over to me saying that two boys were dead. My brother, the driver, physically sustained only a broken wrist, along with the passenger. The high school girl in the back seat was flown to Baptist due to head injuries, but was released after a few weeks.

Each day, Cosmopolitan updates their website with gossipy celebrity news articles and emotional real-life reads, provided in a chatty, youthful tone. In contrast, ABC publishes transcripts daily that cover current news issues from all over the globe. Every transcript posted utilises structured and formal language, and provides facts and statistics within the story. Both forms of mass-media the Cosmopolitan web article My Brother Took His Own Life, and ABC’s radio transcript, Suicide Leading Cause of Death for Young Australians, address the same issue, youth suicide, in varying ways.

An accident last year changed my attitude towards life . That accident had a great impact on me , it taught me to treasure what i have and to treasure those people around me more . Although the accident was not life threatening , it was still the scariest thing i had ever been through in life . It was an accident that no one would have expected and wanted it to happen .

The loss of a loved one can be a difficult thing to bear. In modern culture if a mother loses a son, she might receive sympathy and comfort while she is grieving. This isn’t necessarily the case when it comes to self-mummification. Mummification is a ritual that not many people have much of a say in. A person is either mummified by the conditions they die in, or as part of a ceremony after death. However, what if I said there is a group of select Buddhist monks that were able to complete the mummification process… themselves? In northern Japan, there have been about a two dozen Buddhist monks whose bodies have been found mummified. Their deaths date between the 12th and early 20th centuries, but the practice of self-mummification dates farther back! In the following paragraphs, I will introduce the origins of this ritual, a detailed description of the practice itself, the function and significance, as well as several other fascinating points I came across during my research.