My boy Jon is 30, and he has struggled with serious depression his whole life.
As a teenager he had suicidal impulses, which he pondered deeply,
picking out rooftops to fall from.
It was especially hard after his sister took her life, and he became everything to us,
Still hearing the voices, still feeling the urges.
But he promised he would not break our hearts that way,
not our only remaining child.
So he goes through the days still feeling the call, shaking it off, putting up with his life
As an act of love to us, as a gift of suffering.
If he could endure his pain for me, I decided,
What can’t I do for him?
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Signed, Snowflake