Three years ago, my husband was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder. On May 16th, 2016 at 5:02 pm I got the call that would change my life, and my children’s lives forever. My husband had taken his own life. My husband died by suicide.

This blog is dedicated to those who suffer from mental illness, for those who are caring for those with mental illness and to the man I loved dearly. This will be a place I explore my grief, our past and what was and will continue to be forever our life.

I want to be graceful in grieving. I want to talk about the hurt; the good, the bad, the ugly and the pain. Conversations need to be had about mental health, and by exploring our relationship, the way the illness affected him and our family, I hope to honour a promise I made to him after he passed.

In my journey of grief and mental health, what has lifted me these past years has been others talking about their grief, their experiences as care givers, their losses, lessons an experiences with mental illness.

If I can help one person not feel so alone, if I can inspire one person to see things differently, if I can prevent one suicide by writing our story and sharing opinions, then hopefully I will be honouring my promise and serving a greater purpose here.