The Ruler From 1990: How My Tough Love Drowned My Son

He didn’t say, “It’s going to be okay.” He just held me up while my legs gave out.

It’s been eight months.

People bring casseroles. They tell me, “It wasn’t your fault, Frank. Mental illness is a silent epidemic.”

And they are right. It is a disease.

But I can’t stop looking at the math.

I unlocked his laptop a week after the funeral. He wasn’t lying. continue reading …