2 years and 3 months ago, we lost one of life’s most beautiful souls, my twin sister, Lorn. As family and friends, we were united in our grief, we had experienced grief before, but nothing prepared us for magnitude, the tsunami, of feelings, having been bereaved to suicide.

We are learning a new language, the most complicated of languages. I have become skilled at using terms such as having experienced a trauma, a tragedy, using any words that convey my loss, but that avoid me using the word suicide, but I am still learning a new language, one that is complex, ladened with anger, hurt, guilt, shame and a guttural sense of profound sadness.

We are walking to raise much needed funds to support others who have lost loved ones to suicide, and who like us are learning a new language, you are not alone.

I have come to realise that it is so very important to talk about suicide, and when I feel safe or strong enough, to find the words and use the language, I am beginning to do so.

‘I lost my twin sister to suicide, I walk forward and carry the pain of this loss every day, I will never be the same and I am accepting of this and the cavaness grief that I now have for company.

ForLorn