One day in April 2006, my sister died. She committed suicide. The ground fell beneath my feet. I was thrown into an unknown world. A world of ‘ifs’ and ‘whys’. A world where nothing was for certain. A world devastated by an atomic bomb whose effects continue to evolve over time.
Some people prefer to use the term tsunami, because once the wave recedes, nothing is ever the same again. How you relate to others, to life, to tomorrow, everything changes. Suddenly, it dawned on me that I was part of a community that I never knew existed. The community of mourners following the suicide of a loved one. – Katia Chapoutier
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