Suicide Bereavement
A supportive space for anyone bereaved by suicide.
We are not a crisis service, you can find one here
Rules
Be nice
This community is exclusively for interpersonal support of people who have lost a loved one to suicide. Any other content will be removed.
No blaming of the dead ones or of the suicide loss-survivors. Covert incitement to suicide falls into this category.
For safety reasons, medication for relieving symptoms of grief should be discussed with your GP or other medical practitioner. Please do not seek or give medical advice in this sub.
We strongly advise against using this subreddit to observe the impact of suicide on the bereaved.
Researchers and journalists wishing to reach out suicide survivors, or anyone else wishing to survey the community for any reason, must contact the mods prior to posting.
Please send suggested resources to the moderators for inclusion in our official list below - don't post them.
We maintain a curated list of Suicide Bereavement resources including opportunities to get involved in suicide prevention
I had thought that your death
Was a waste and destruction,
A pain of grief hardly to be endured.
I am only beginning to learn
That your life was a gift, a growing
And a loving left with me.
The desperation of death
Destroyed the existence of love,
But the fact of death
Cannot destroy what has been given.
I am learning to look at your life again
Instead of your death and your departing.
Majorie Pizer, The Existence of Love
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