I'm working on a project about suicide awareness. I'm finding out more about this topic than I have ever really wanted. Not just statistics, but peoples stories. It seems everyone has a story. Usually a silent story that comes out with a bit of digging, but all are powerful and raw. With every story, I am touched and moved and cry. Not just for the people who complete a suicide, but for the families left behind. When a person, takes their life, they are really taking it away from those who love them. What is left is the shattered remains of others. It is devastation in every sense of the word.