**Trigger warning: This post discusses mental health issues and suicide. Today is World Suicide Prevention Day.**
I drove to a popular tourist spot almost an hour away from my home knowing what I was going to do. I had no feelings about it.
Pulling up and locking my car for the last time, I didn’t even glance over at the stunning clifftop that was my destination. Instead I was headed to the gelato store across the road for a large scoop of my favourite flavour – peanut butter.
I was 50 cents short.
Letting out a sharp laugh I ran across the road and went back into my car to retrieve an extra 50 cents and then ran back across the road to pay for my final indulgence.
I walked towards my destination, looking like any tourist out for the day to see the sights. I started eating my ice cream. It was completely tasteless.
Robin Bailey from The Well podcast joined Mia Freedman on the No Filter! podcast to talk about losing her husband to suicide.
A little stirring of unease was in the pit of my stomach, not over my decision but over my ability to execute it perfectly. I knew the spot, I knew the method, I knew the reason.
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Wow, this was powerful and hit close to home. It's brave to write about it and I hope it sheds light on what it is like to suffer day in day out. It gives me hope that maybe one day, I can look back too and things will be better.
To the author: Thank you for sharing and for staying. Your family sounds wonderful and therefor you must be too. I'll try to smile more at people I pass xxx