A Personal Story and a Call to Action for Men’s Mental Health
It was the middle of the night. My husband and I had argued earlier, and I had gone to bed, exhausted and frustrated. The house was quiet except for the distant hum of our car running in the driveway. At first, I thought nothing of it, maybe he was just going for a drive to clear his mind. But as time passed and the sound of the engine didn’t fade, I woke up with a
strange sense of unease.
I stepped outside to check, and that’s when I saw him.
The car was still running. A pipe was connected to the exhaust. My husband was inside, trying to take his own life while our two daughters and I were asleep inside the house.
There was no cry for help.
No suicide note.
No final txt saying goodbye.
Just silence.