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Posted in random on May 3rd, 2006
Last night as a result of the suicide survivor’s group I’m attending, I came to a new understanding about faith. Or perhaps I should say the beliefs that sustain or hinder a person’s faith. For much of my life I have struggled with what I now call dogmatic religious beliefs. I’ve never been one to [...]
Recently I’ve been attending a support group for people who’ve lost someone to suicide. Group is an interesting experience; on one hand you are with people who’ve all have experiences similar to yours and have a better appreciation for what you are experiencing. On the other hand you are in a room full of a [...]
Posted in life on Feb 15th, 2006
In the past two weeks I have attended two different survivors of suicide group. My motivation for going has been an increasing level of frustration and outright anger about little things, particularly when I am at home alone. In part I think my anger is about the unrelenting nature of grief. Almost every other experience [...]
I lost my temper again today. As is always the case, the straw that broke the camel’s back was a minor, insignificant thing. I live in an complex of two story apartment buildings, town homes and duplexes. The local Fire Department has cited the management for allowing us all to have charcoal and gas grills [...]
Posted in life on Jan 16th, 2006
In the several hours since my rage filled posting earlier today I have had quite a breakdown. Initially I started expending the energy from my repressed anger by cleaning up what has become the storage closet. The Saturday of New Year’s Eve I removed all of Michele work clothes and took them to Goodwill. Since [...]
Posted in life on Nov 5th, 2005
The thing about grief is that it is relentless. People talk about things being 24×7, meaning all the time, but until you have lived with the constant pressure of grief pulling at you every second of every minute of every hour of every day, until then you don’t know what relentless really means.
You can’t escape [...]
Posted in life on Aug 16th, 2004
Michele and I had a wonderful discussion yesterday morning as we lazily stayed in bed for an hour or so after waking up. For some time now we both have been struggling with feelings of depression and we both have expressed an occasionally desire to “go get in the car,” our euphuism for committing suicide.
The [...]
