Traumatic Grief: The Ever-present Pain And How It Impacted Upon My Suicide Risk

It has taken me five years to allow myself to think of my mother. Since her death in 2012 I have tried to shut out all thoughts of her during my waking hours. I dreamt about her most nights, though. In my dreams, she had somehow defied death. I knew she should be dead and didn’t understand how she was now alive. All I knew was that she was. Until the moment I awoke each morning.In recent weeks I have found myself thinking of conversations I had with my mum as a child. This small step is a