This post deals with the topic of suicide.
88 days ago my beautiful, loving, kind, caring and altogether wonderful brother took his life.
Suddenly, unexpectedly and wholly tragically. He was my 'person' in life, the one I turned to for everything, the executor on my will, trustee for my children, my friend, my support, my constant in a world of uncertainty.
My brother was the guy you turned to. He was the one with the answers, the calm voice of reason, wise well beyond his years, practical with advice and willing to drop everything to connect. He seemed to 'have it all'.
The call on Saturday October 21, 2023, to tell me he was missing will stay with me forever. The horrific 28 hours flying back home. The call two days later that he had been found. The shock. The horror of it. The absolute disbelief. I don't know I will ever get over that. I will never forget it. But I also won't let it define him. He was so much more than the way he died. It will not be his legacy. I also hoped beyond measure that I wouldn't get another similar call.
But I also know from having worked in mental health for over 20 years as a practice manager in psychiatry and psychology practices, that his death wasn't going to be isolated. I know that given the suddenness and shock of his suicide, others would follow. I know that the press coverage and public nature of it would be detrimental to others.
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