How my father’s suicide helped me to become a ‘real man’
It was Saturday, March 28, 1998, when I received the news that would cast a shadow over the rest of my life. I was 16 years old, and nothing would…
It was Saturday, March 28, 1998, when I received the news that would cast a shadow over the rest of my life. I was 16 years old, and nothing would…
One of the many shitful things about having a parent who died while I was young is that my kids never knew him. In my case, my dad would never…
Depression and suicide are far too common, particularly amongst men in regional areas. My father lived in regional Victoria, and he became a statistic. I was living in regional Victoria…