My other child
I learned a few days ago that my son is suffering from depression. At being only 10 years old I thought we would have more time before he was going to feel this way. He even mentioned suicide. Everything in me says to fly to him and see him, the only problem is his mother and I have argued and fought for years now. My heart is broken thinking about it and I’m not sure the next step. But I know that this may be a cry for help but as a survivor of suicide myself, I know where these thoughts may lead to. I needed this practiced to center on my breath and prompt this thought to journal about it. Whatever may come and what ever may be I’m looking for the strength to be who he needs me to be.