Trying to Protect My Son from Survivor's Guilt After His Friend Committed Suicide
Sam never told anyone she was considering killing herself. That trap was a secret, and that secret kept the help that might have saved her from reaching her in time. As hard and sweetly and generously as my son tried to support this girl, there was nothing he could do.
And that’s exactly what I told him: You were her friend. You listened. You reached out. You told her you cared. You loved. Loving is the one thing we can do — it’s our responsibility to each other — and you fulfilled that. You aren't a therapist. You aren't a psychologist. You were her friend.
What I wanted him to know more than anything was that Sam's suicide was not his fault, or his responsibility; what I wanted him to look at was what he had taken on as his moral obligation, which was to act in kindness and love, to reach back when reached out to, to connect. That is all any of us can ever do.
Originally posted on Purple Clover