In 2014, about a year before my son Charles died by suicide, we were sitting on the deck outside of our home in Virginia. He had just posted a rap video online. He was so proud of it, and I think with the video, he was trying to send me a sideways message that I missed.

I feel alone and scared

I turn on the light

And nothing’s ever there.

This world is desolate and cold

Go to school, Charles.

Do what you’re told and

Hope that your cycle of reality never gets old

Cuz one day everything you know in love

Will collapse and fold.

(From “Hell on Earth” by Charles Aubrey Rogers)

I asked Charles, “Why are all your raps so depressing? Can’t you write something more lighthearted?”—as if I could wash away his darkness and push him into the light.

That question shamed him for his pain…… Continue reading this article about toxic positivity on SpeakingofSuicide.com