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Philip walker

Lost my beautiful big boy nearly 2 years ago, age 31. He struggled with his mental health quite privately until one day it became too much. That phone call on 8.7.21 to tell me he'd taken his own life haunts me every day of my life. Life isn't life anymore, it's just an existence until I join him. That day destroyed me and has changed me forever. The pain, the guilt, the unanswered questions, the anger, the grief for his death and the life he should be living some days becomes so unbearable. 💔