This post is an update post from an entry titled “No Words for This One”, November 3, 2021 about a sponsee in a domestic violence situation.
Kerry is her name and her (husband) has destroyed her. Those that I have spoken to who knew of him described him as a monster … some say he was worse than a monster. He was manipulative, controlling and in his own eyes all powerful. These things I only know of from what I have been told. She was a victim, stuck for too long in a bad situation. She was scared to leave and scared to stay. She had a psychotic breakdown, was hospitalized and finally free of his abuse. She also had the problem of addiction / alcoholism. With years of his abuse, she also had some mental issues; severe depression and anxiety with PTSD. She moved in with her parents to try to heal and get her life back. Her so called husband has had custody of her 11-year-old twins. This alone broke her heart.
Wednesday of this week I got a phone call from a friend while I was on vacation in Florida. Tuesday (February 8th), my dear sweet Kerry committed suicide. She hung herself. There are no words for this one. I am devastated and heartbroken beyond words. There is sadness mixed with anger mixed with guilt. I know I am not responsible, but a part of me still wonders what I could have done differently and if I could have helped her more. I am making myself crazy with all those what ifs. My heart hurts for her family and all those who knew and loved her. It is sad that she felt no hope, no way out and no peace. We had a text exchange on Saturday. We were starting to work a little bit on small steps of gratitude. I wanted to give her hope, I wanted to give her light, I wanted to give her peace. I was always so worried about her and what she may or may not do. I knew she was hurting, but I did not really expect this. Mental illness is real, domestic violence is real, being over medicated is real and suicide is real!
I am having a hard time processing this all, I can’t imagine what her family is going through. I am lucky to have a great support system and fellowship in recovery. I have been surrounded by love and support. Being a sponsor to someone is a special sort of bond that is hard to explain. Kerry called me Mama, even though she was 41 and I am 54.
I am just sad. There have been a lot of tears. Sometimes out of nowhere the tears will flow. It felt unreal until I saw the actual obituary. I feel anxious and sick. I know I cannot undo what has been done, but those what ifs will continue to haunt me.