How Suicide Turned Me Into a Seeker
“I am a humble, but an earnest seeker after truth.”
September is National Suicide Prevention Month and it’s also the month when I reminisce about my grandmother who committed suicide when I was ten years old.
It was the 1960s, and therapy was not common place. A few days after I found her after she’d taken an overdose of sleeping pills, my mother handed me a red leather Kahlil Gibran journal that had beautiful quotes at the top of each page. My mother knew that writing would help me feel better.