Within hours of my daughter’s death, the first mother carrying a secret fear appeared on my doorstep. She was crying, emotionally shredded, having heard the news of Jocelyn’s suicide just minutes before.
“I’ve come home probably 10 times, yelling my son’s name when he didn’t answer, and fearing this,” she confided. “This is a lot more common than people think.”
A few weeks later, same story but a different family. A friend told me she came home, worried about her son who was being bullied at school. Her unanswered calls for him turned into desperate screams and tears before she realized he was fine. Read the full story