I have no right to comment on your suffering…I cannot carry it…but I witness it.

I know what it’s like when people look away.

One year almost to the day, I hung from a belt in my mother’s bathroom three days in a row hoping to die…I failed, not for want of trying.

My mother is 87 it would have killed her.

My children all four would have been traumatized forever. My pain, to my everlasting shame, out weighed my boundless love for them.

That I escaped that darkness again, it was not my first time, is by grace alone…and my ineptitude.

I can not know what is on the other side but I believe it is far better than what we suffer here.

Apparently it was not my time.

I am pretty sure, as sure as a man intimate with darkness an be, that your daughter, all of our loved ones who suffer more than they can stand are scoped up by God and held tight.

May he shower his grace upon you and let your grief transform to love…mine has.

I don’t know you…but I do…I honor your pain and all of the suffering that goes unnoticed.

For what it’s worth I notice.

May you live, really live, in peace and good health, it might be all we can do…I don’t know; but what else are we going to do.

I wish I could take it away the pain, yours mine, everyone’s.

If you believe…well you know.

Bless you!