“She died in front of me. I was seven years old, and I was helping her make the bed, and she just collapsed on the bed and never woke up. Two days later, I moved to America to live with my aunt and uncle. They didn’t tell me it was a suicide until I was old enough to begin dating. My aunt felt like I should know that my mom had killed herself over a man, because they didn’t want me to do the same thing.”
"I wish I’d been more compassionate toward my mother." "In what way?" "My father committed suicide when I was nine. I wish I’d understood and accepted my mother’s depression, instead of reacting against it."