A few weeks after Ken's death, I went up to the lighthouse where he went to die. I read out loud some poems and words I had written - my version of a funeral service for him. It was a cold, blustery day and the few people who were there were in their cars to stay warm so could not hear me. After I finished and stood there for a bit looking at the lighthouse, the phrase 'free as a bird' popped into my head, and at that moment, a bird flew off the rocks up into the air. I felt that was a sign…

I am here because my boyfriend of 3 years died by suicide in February. For the first few weeks, I thought I was handling it very well, but I realized later that I was numb. I have good days and sad days. I try to accept what feelings come and not judge myself for them.

I talk to him often, mostly when I wake up or right before I go to sleep. I send him love every day. I have heard that that helps their soul/spirit.

Some of my friends do not seem to understand…