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Suicide – When Someone is too Bruised to be Touched
A few days ago, I was asked to visit a family who had, just that day, lost their 19 year-old son to suicide. There isn’t much one can offer by
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Our Misunderstanding about Suicide
Each year I write an article on suicide because so many people have to live with the pain of losing a loved one in this way. When someone close to
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The Notion of Suicide Revisited
A couple of months ago, I wrote a column suggesting that we still have too many misconceptions about suicide. Among other things, I stated that many, perhaps most, people who
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Suicide – Some Misconceptions
It’s always painful when someone close to us dies, but the pain is compounded considerably when the cause of death is suicide. Suicide doesn’t just leave us with a sense
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Suicide – Love Through Locked Doors
About one year ago, I wrote a column on suicide. Among other things, I suggested there that suicide is the most misunderstood of all deaths. Given the positive response to
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Losing a Loved One to Suicide
There is perhaps nothing more painful in the world than for us to lose a loved one to suicide. A couple of months ago, I received a letter from a
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Understanding Suicide
In the years that I have been writing this column, I have on three or four occasions done an article on suicide. Each of those columns prompted a flood of
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Suicide, Despair and Compassion
It’s been a bad spring; not for weather, but for suicides. Warm restless winds have stirred both nature and the human spirit and for some it’s been more than they
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Listening to our Souls
During the Nazi occupation of France during the Second World War, a group of Jesuit theologians who were resisting the occupation published an underground newspaper, Cahiers du Temoignage Chretien, which
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Permission to be Sad
Let the preacher say, you have permission to be sad! In a book, When the Bartender Dims the Lights, Ron Evans writes: “There’s a line I came upon in the