@MoonieOnNoiseApp 15 December 2022

The day following my suicide, I loved my mother even more. When I saw her sobbing on the floor of my room, surrounded by my clothes and photos, I saw so much love behind her tears. The day following my suicide, I realized how much my father loved me, regardless of how difficult it was; in the middle of so much pain, he told me with tears in his eyes how proud he was of me and how much he loved me. The day after I committed myself, I observed that Tumble, my furry best friend, was more amazing than I could have imagined. When he saw that it was not me, he would continue to wait for me by laying down in front of the door. The day following my suicide, I felt my sister's love when I saw her sitting in her room with tear-filled eyes. She recalled the times we played, conversed, and argued throughout our idyllic childhood. cherished moments The day following my suicide, I realized how essential I was to my closest friends. They were seeing all of our photographs together, recalling the laughter we shared. The day following my suicide, I observed my professors' grief. They felt responsible for not noticing. I went to the morgue at night to look for myself and said: "So many dreams we had", "So many loved ones", "So many people to meet", "You had so many people who loved you, yet you threw it all away? ", "It takes a lot of courage to commit suicide. Why did you not utilize your courage to win?" Evening 🙃