I didn't make it to WW last week and so didn't post my new weight. On Monday my parents went off on a city break arriving at 9pm that night. On Tuesday morning I got a phone call from my cousin's husband saying that her brother (my cousin) had committed suicide. I had to phone mum and dad and tell them. The immediate family were adamant that they weren't to come home so they didn't. The funeral was last week as well so I didn't make it back to university town to go to WW. I doubt I would have lost anything as I've been eating like a pig, and not a good pig.
It's strange the whole thing is preying much more on my mind now than last week. I can't stop thinking about him and what he did. And the thoughts are scaring me. The whole family is devastated, no note and left wondering why, especially as they all saw him in the previous two days and he was laughing and talking about what he was going to do the next day. They wonder was he looking to be found before dying as it was out in the open so to speak. But you can't wonder why, because sometimes there is no why and there just is. And I wish there wasn't.
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