My life changed on January 20, 2016 due to gun violence. That’s the night my son Tyquise Timmons was murdered.
I used to be a happy-going person, now I don’t know what that word means. My life now feels like a giant black hole; everything in my life is suffering. My health is bad; I suffer now with depression and anxiety. It’s just a life now of medication, trying to deal with the night and daymares, re-living that night over and over, knowing he was hit seven times, and once to the head, just a block and a half from home. I cry just about everyday. I really know now why its called a broken heart. Because I literally felt my heart break that night … just thinking about it hurts.