Less than six months ago, I lost my son to depression and suicide. This came as a shock to my family and me. There were no signs. He was a very strong, encouraging young man. He had a way to always keep everyone around him positive and looking forward to greater days. The day I received that call, my world was shattered. This was definitely not happening. A part of me was not present, but I continued on because of my oldest son and family. The moment I knew this was real is when I had to sign for his funeral services. I’m fighting every day to hold on to all his good memories. I’m thankful for the support that I do have, and I say this as a survivor… Please continue to reach out to your family and friends, even when they say they are OK.