When I first saw him, I thought he looked dreadfully skinny. He stood as tall as me, 5' 11", but seemed to weigh about half as much. His glasses were thick, like a plate glass window, which made his eyes small. His hair, full and unruly, looked more like the mane of a lion, the color of burnt sand.

September 11, 2008 – Topic:  Overcoming Suicide and Depression Guests  John Greden & Eric Hipple John Greden, M.D., is the Rachel Upjohn Professor of Psychiatry and Clinical Neurosciences, Research Professor, Molecular and Behavioral Neuroscience Institute, and Executive Director of the University of Michigan Depression Center. Eric Hipple is a former quarterback of the Detroit Lyons, Outreach Representative for the [...]

I am burying my only son tomorrow. He was 25. I have no one left except cousins and friends. My son was killed in a car accident abut I think it was intentional. The coroners met me on my porch after calling my cell phone number. I knew he was dead when I got the [...]

By Audrey Szabo Thoughts of you flood my soul with sadness I should be celebrating your birth Yet all I can do is see your death Trying to capture the days before you became you But they are clouded with the sight of you Lying so still upon your bed, cold, lifeless How do I celebrate your birth if all I see [...]

The process of grieving a loss in one's life can have as many physical manifestations as emotional ones. Common physical symptoms include fatigue, appetite changes, lowered resistance to disease, and sleep disturbances.