When I was 5 years old my granny on my dads side killed herself. Tonight I dreamed about her. The memories keep coming up. I woke up sweating and feeling very sad.
She threw herself in the river.
She was in her sixties, she was suffering from depression, and she drank a lot as well.
I can still remember all the people coming to our house, and I ran in behind the coffee table, because they were all crying, and I was scared.
I remember my mom taking me into another room so I wouldnt have to hear all the comotion, all I heard was she’s dead, she#s dead.
I still feel so scared even now, when I think of it.
She was missing for a few days before her body was found. My dad went out searching for her, I’m not sure who actually found her, but I do know she was threatening to do it for about a week before she actually did it.
I was 5 years old, when I had to deal with a family suicide.
No child should have to deal with that. I couldnt understand it back then, I still dont now.