It’s so difficult when someone dies by suicide, there is no way to rationalise or comprehend what happened. We’re left behind mourning, questioning, coloured by every possible shade of regret. Blame is present too, for not being stronger, kinder, for not being more something or less something else, for not anticipating and for not understanding.
I am thinking of Zoe Alder, her family, friends and colleagues their loss and grief. The circumstances of Zoe’s death are shocking and sad – a death by suicide leaves us bereft, almost without anything to hold on to.
There are many hints short newspaper article about Zoe Alder (link above); stress at work, hereditary factors, fear, a possible miscarriage. Nothing that really explains. A close examination conducted in the aftermath of a suicide tells so little and, in my experience, is little consolation. No answers, only memories, so today I am remembering Zoe.
There is crisis counselling around the world. In Australia Life Line 13 11 14.