Raising a child with mental illness is hard. Losing them to suicide is harder.
Below is my Facebook post the morning of July 20, 2015. A day that would change my life forever. A day after I found my son dead.
On July 19, 2015 my 27 year-old-son Adam Meyer ended his life.
Adam was an incredibly smart man, with a sensitive soul. He cared deeply for people and the world we live in. He was outraged by injustice and loved nothing more than a conversation (or argument) about the inequities in the world and how they should be fixed.
He had a quick, dry sense of humour that could crack me up at the oddest moments. He enjoyed tormenting his little sister and taking our dogs for long walks in an attempt to wear them out.
Adam fought the demons of his addiction for many long years and succeeded for periods of time. It was during these times that hope flared in him again.
I don’t know what was different about this time, what torment of his soul told him there was no hope, but I do know he was loved.
And I do know there is always hope for a new tomorrow, a brighter day.
“How long, Lord?
Will you forget me forever?
How log will you. hide your face from me?
How long must I wrestle with my thought and day after day. have sorrow in my heart?
How long will my enemy triumph over me
Look onme and answer, Lord my God. Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death,
and my enemy will say, “I have overcome him,” and my foes will rejoice when I fall.
But I trust in your unfailing love; my heart rejoices in your salvation.
I will sing the Lord’s praise, for he has been good to me.”
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