I received a key with the word HOPE from a special friend after my husband committed suicide. He had bipolar depression and refused all medications and therapeutic help. He had a previous attempt before and succeeded in May.
He left a 10-year old girl without a father. The devastation, despair, hurt, and trauma felt on that day will never be forgotten.
I carried that key with me every day. I knew that there was HOPE for my future, that the hurt would pass. I knew that, with the support and love from my friends and family, I would get through this.
Now, it is one year later. A good friend of mine suddenly lost her mom. I will be passing the key of HOPE to her today as I no longer need it.