Wasn’t he just my father instead of a mentally disturbed person?

In February, my father committed suicide. This open letter is not a revenge for almost 25 years of fruitless mental health service, but a call for more empathy. The phone call I had feared for more than twenty years came on a cloudy Friday in February. “Your father has passed away.” Even before the word … Continue reading Wasn’t he just my father instead of a mentally disturbed person?

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