I know my wife didn’t want to die.

She wanted to live without the inconsolable mental anguish that consumed her every waking moment

She wanted to free us from her “failures” as a wife, mother, friend and human being

Before this experience, my naive, young self had no idea this kind of suffering was possible.

It’s why, other than a few brief moments, I’ve never been angry with her for deciding to take her own life

She gave a superhuman effort to trying to heal.

I’ve often wondered, were I in the same situation, how long I would have been able to hold out.

The answer I arrive at is always the same.

Not as long as Cindy.