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by virtualwhys
4754 days ago
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I struggled for a long time with the suicide of someone close to me. It dawned on me years later that for all of us affected (ripped apart) by his death (age 24) that we were given a gift: suffering. Looking back, I left my comfortable box -- dropped out of college, shaved my head and entered a monastery -- trying to make sense of it. That broke me, several family members, and his closest friends in a way that a so called natural death might not do since it was his choice and our guilt. |
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> That broke me
That's sad. But perhaps if you had had a more natural reaction, that the death was a bad, sad, thing. And not a good thing, you would not feel broken.