<p>My mother took her life when I was 25. She had a history of depression and could not cope with my father’s death two years earlier.</p>
<p>For many years, I just put one foot in front of the other…and allowed my busy life to conceal my loss and pain. And guilt. </p>
<p>Just recently, I’m in therapy for the first time in my life. Although I sought help for a specific challenge, it’s a convenient opportunity to look at feelings I’ve kept submerged a long time.</p>
<p>My heart goes out to all those who have lost loved ones.</p>