Dear Laythe,

I went for a walk tonight and thought about you. The last time I was there, I was with you in my car listening to music. I probably shouldn’t have been out walking alone so late, but part of me felt like you were watching over me and that it would be okay. I miss you very much, honey.

Yesterday, I went to my stepbrother’s birthday dinner. I had been uneasy about it because of the fact it was at the exact same restaurant as last year. You had been with me there for it last year. I even remember where we parked and the conversations we had. My lock screen on my phone is a picture my stepdad had taken at that restaurant last year. Here is the picture. Do you remember it? You bought me that dress, and you wore the shirt I ordered for you.


I tried, but I ended up crying quite a bit. Everyone was understanding, though, and said they were glad I had come anyway. I miss you so very much. I don’t think you understand the depth of my devastation. It may not look like it now that almost 7 months have passed, I carry myself better now, but there is still a lot of unresolved sadness and pain. I need to get some sleep now to be prepared for class in the morning, so I’ll let you go.

Love you,


Dear Laythe,

I was just making my schedule for tomorrow and opened up my email to find this little gem in the Survivors of Suicide Loss announcements:

Grief never ends… but it changes.
It’s a passage not a place to stay.
Grief is not a sign of weakness or a lack of faith.
It is the price of love.
~Author Unknown~

It really speaks to me and it is so true. I continue to grieve for you and I wouldn’t change it for anything. If I were to wish it away, I would be wishing that I never loved you. I never plan on letting go of the love I have for you. My love will change over the years, as it has gradually changed over these months, but it will always remain. I love you my handsome man.

I slept over at your family’s house yesterday. Christian, Rihanna and I slept together. We had a good time. I got to see Mom, too. Dad is away on business. I was able to help Christian with some of her math homework today, so I was glad about that. Now, it’s time for me to start winding down because I have a Deaf event I will be attending in the morning. Wish you could come and join me. Love you, sweetheart.



Hey Laythe,

I miss you. I donated blood today, and it didn’t go so well. I was able to complete the donation, but halfway through my body was not taking it so well. I wish you had been there with me. Afterwards, I nearly passed out and ended up throwing up a couple of times. They lied me down on the floor and put ice packs all over my face and neck because I was burning up and sweating bullets. I guess I went very pale. I don’t think I will be donating blood again for awhile. Something similar happened the last time I donated also. I wonder why that happens now.

I also went to see Dr. Allen today. He is taking me off of Seroquel and putting me on a beta blocker instead. It should really help my anxiety. The way it works is it blocks the body from absorbing adrenaline, at least that’s what I gathered from his explanation. I am willing to try to anything at this point. I really hope it helps me.

I am stressing about next week’s exams. I really hope I do well. I’m afraid because the exams are such a huge part of my grade. I know worrying over it isn’t going to make anything better, but I just can’t help it. I’m looking forward to going back to therapy. Maybe Dr. Hahn will be able to help me overcome my issues surrounding school and perfectionism. I guess we shall see.

I’m very tired tonight, love. I think I am going to go to sleep early. I need to be up at 5am to get ready for school anyway. I really miss you and wish you were here. I miss being able to talk to you about my day and hearing about yours. I miss the sound of your voice, your laugh, your smile, your hugs. I wish things didn’t end up this way. I wish you had chose life instead. I don’t love you any less, though. I’m sure you were confused and in a lot of pain. Wherever you are, I hope that pain is gone. I love you, my handsome.




I really missed you today. I wore my The Color Morale T-shirt to school that says “Hold On Pain Ends” because it is Suicide Prevention Week. I hope some people on campus received the message. I’m under a lot of stress right now. I have a challenging take-home quiz and a video project from ASL, and two psychology exams coming up. I briefly entertained the idea of offing myself to be able to avoid the stress altogether. I am going to push through.

I stopped going to therapy a couple months back, but I really think I need to return to my sessions. I have not been attending my support groups either. I called Dr. Hahn today and left him a message. Hopefully, I will be able to be seen soon. The suicidal ideation is a bad sign and is becoming worrisome. The sooner I can deal with it, the better off I will be. Additionally, I think I need better coping skills to deal with the anxiety and stress of school because I clearly am not managing well with the tools I have now.

Lately, I have been missing you more and more. It feels like a dull sadness that stays with me all day, coupled with a mild sinking feeling in my chest. I miss you terribly. I wish I could hear your comforting voice and feel your arms around me to help calm my nerves. I would kill for one of your daily back massages. I don’t want one from just any person, I want to feel your hands on me again, your touch. I long for you, my handsome. How do I come to terms with the fact that you will never again exist as a physical being in my lifetime? I don’t know the answer. I don’t even know how to adequately express how much I miss you. Words are so limiting. I hope you can understand. I love you so much. Please give me the comfort I need to deal with the present. I can’t do it alone. I hate that I am this way, Laythe. You know that better than anybody. I’m starting to cry again. I just want a sign that you aren’t completely gone. Is that silly of me? I felt your presence a couple times before, but I feel like I am not as in tune anymore. I want to feel you around me again. I know I miss you, but do you miss me at all? I’ll leave you with that question. I probably won’t get an answer any time soon, but I guess that is just how things are going to be from now on. Good night, sweetheart.

Love always,

Six Months

My dear Laythe,

Today marks six months since you decided to leave this earth. I know it has been awhile since I have written to you. I guess I am still struggling with denial. I still think about you every day, that has not changed. Sometimes when I am missing you, I use your shampoo- sparingly because I want to save it for as long as possible- to get your familiar scent. It brings me comfort. Your toothpaste still sits in it’s proper place in your sink drawer. I still go to sleep holding Teddy Laythe. I haven’t been sleeping with your T-shirts only because it has been so hot at night lately. All in all, not much has changed since I last wrote to you, besides the fact I started school a few weeks ago. That has put me under tremendous stress. My anxiety has rocketed back to it’s old levels. It feels as though all the gains I made in therapy have reverted to zero. I am doing my best despite my anxiety and depression.

I wish you were here. Every day, more and more, I wish I could just talk to you again. I miss my best friend and partner. You can find me alone at home most of the time that I am not at school. If I’m not doing homework, I sit around anxious about what exams and homework assignments are coming up. I pace a lot. I get antsy. This house is very empty without you. I still avoid cooking. I’m trying to be vegetarian at home. It’s less involved and easier for me right now since I lack the drive to cook. I miss cooking for you, Laythe. You know it gave me such pleasure and fulfillment to see you enjoy the meals I prepared for you. And I associate eating dinner together with watching anime. That still is not the same for me. I only watch animes that Christian suggests I see, and even those take time for me to watch all the way through.

Something else that has happened since I last wrote was the birth of your niece. Vye and Rebekah named her Emma. I haven’t had the opportunity to see the baby in person, but I have seen pictures on Facebook. She is so darling. You would be such a proud uncle.

I wish with all my heart you could take back your decision. I hate how permanent and final this is. It really is not fair. I am sure you would reconsider if you could. I have been having suicidal thoughts off and on. My mom told me I have to think because you didn’t think it through, and she is right. This is one of the few times I will ever agree with my mother.

I want you back home, my handsome. Time has helped mend me some, but missing you will never go away. I will always miss you. My love for you will always remain as well. I cared about you so much. Maybe it didn’t seem that way at times. I got after you because I cared. I got upset out of worry because I cared. I did not always know the right way to communicate this to you. I am so sorry for that. I wish I could have done better back then. Being able to do better now isn’t much consolation. I find myself mentally kicking myself for you. By that I mean, what goes through my head is,”I can’t believe he did that, and why didn’t I see it.” I am pretty sure this is something that will also stick with me for the rest of my life.

I find it interesting how our mind’s protective instincts help us to move forward. Right after your suicide, I was devastated, frantic, guilt-ridden. I didn’t see myself ever getting beyond that. A person simply cannot sustain that sheer amount of mental stress for too long. I am still devastated by what happened, but not in that same debilitating manner. I think about it, and my heart sinks, my mood drops, but I can still carry on. I don’t break down in tears. I do need to cry sometimes, though. I usually call up my sister or stepdad or mom if I am missing you and need to let out some of my sadness through tears and verbal expression.

I am not mad at you. I am sad you are gone. Very sad. I miss you so much. I’m not trying to idolize you, but the more I see and experience, the more I feel you were such a gem. I mean it, Laythe. You were amazing. I want you to know that. I love you, sweetheart. I hope you are happy wherever you may be. I hope you check in with me in some tangible way one day soon. Another dream would be nice, or a visit from a persistent butterfly. Or you can surprise me, that will work, too.

Good night, love. Muah!

Yours forever,


Hello Laythe,

Today was such a hot day. I felt like I was constantly sweating. It’s after 9pm and still feels uncomfortable. I want the temperatures in the mid 70s back. That I can handle. Sorry for whining to you. It’s just that you know how intolerant of heat I am.

I spent my morning doing a few things around the house. I swept the floors, washed some towels (which reminds me I forgot to dry them… Crap), gave Annie her ear drops, and finally got around to putting most of my nicer clothes on hangers.

Precious also called and wants to try playing World of Warcraft with me. While her download was going, we added each other on Battlenet, and I explained the classes to her. Now the only problem is getting her drivers updated. I am going to try to help her with that tomorrow. I hope I get to play with her soon and teach her the ways of WoW. Who knows, maybe she will actually enjoy the game.

I also watched an episode of Black Butler. I wish I could watch the anime more quickly, but I’m always running around. When I do get to finally sit down to watch, I am usually exhausted and start falling asleep. One of these days, I shall finally finish.

I called API and got in touch with Shiva! I felt so happy. That alone made my day. I was able to drive out there and visit with her for an hour. I missed Shiva a lot. I feel very fortunate to have met her. If it was not for her guidance and support, I don’t know if I would still be here writing letters to you. She has been extremely influential in my life since your passing. I wish you could meet her. You would love her, too. I am positive you are grateful to her for what she has done for me.

After seeing Shiva, I spent an hour at Joanne’s. When I walked in, she had a cold glass of iced tea lemonade waiting for me. I thought that was really sweet of her. She also made me lunch which was great because I had not eaten all day. If you were here, you would be getting after me.

This evening I had the grief support group again. We were supposed to bring something special connected to the person we were grieving. I brought the poem and letter you had handwritten for me when you gave me Teddy Laythe and a beautiful bouquet of flowers you had picked out yourself. It was difficult to share that. I had not read them in three months. I felt like the wind was knocked out of me. I cried quite a bit as others shared some of their stories. I was able to relate to most of the others in some way which I suppose is the great thing about a group setting.

Now, I’m home. I played a quick ARAM with Daniel on League of Legends and started on my letter to you right after. I am very drained tonight, love. I miss you and wish you could hold me right now… Except it is freaking hot, so that might not work out very well. We could work something out though, I’m sure. Hope I can still make you laugh, smile and that I am making you proud. I love you!

-Your Beautiful

07.22.14 & 07.23.14

Hey baby,

Yesterday was a rough day for me, so I didn’t feel like writing. I had attended my WRAP class in the morning, leaving only one remaining. After that, I don’t really remember what I did. Guess it wasn’t that exciting or important. I had plans with Allan to go to the multifamily group in the evening. That turned into a fiasco. I won’t go into detail in this letter. It is in the past now, so it is no longer of consequence, and I refuse to let it take up any more space in my head. Moving on..

Today started horrible. I woke up from a dream where we discovered you were still alive. Immediately, I called you and your mother picked up. I asked for you and she went to get you, but you did not want to speak to me. I was devastated. I opened my eyes and was panicked, heartbroken all over again. I had really believed you were alive while I was in the dream. I wanted it to be true. I told tabby, and this is what she had to say about the dream:

That is strange. But it couldn’t be true. I am sure he would talk to you. Maybe this is how your mind is handling this. It would be better to have him alive not talking than never seeing him again.

I was still worried that you were upset with me. My fear was lessened later that morning. I walked the golf course. A yellow butterfly passed me on the right twice. It disappeared over a building and I thought to myself, “Laythe, if that is you come back one more time.” It did, and this time you flew right over my head. I am hoping it was your way of reassuring me that the dream was just a dream and that you aren’t mad at me.


I returned home, showered, and relaxed. Then, around 2, I got ready and headed over to Walmart for a few toiletries. I found your Cuba Lima Monster! I was so excited I sent a snapchat of it to Christian. From there, I made a short drive to API and visited Joyce and Rose. Joyce gave me Shiva’s email, so now I will be able to keep in better contact with her! That makes me really happy.

The SMART recovery meeting started at 4. I went with Rihannon. I enjoyed the group and will likely attend this one more often. When the meeting was over, we went to Starbucks and chatted for awhile. It was a nice way to end the afternoon.

Driving home, I stopped at the Von’s by my house to pick up my favorite sandwich that you used to buy for me. Aaron, the man who usually made my sandwich, was there. He asked where I have been. I asked if he remembered you. I showed him a picture and he recognized you immediately. He said you were a cool dude and was really sorry about what happened. So am I.


Anyway, I am home now. I just ate my yummy sandwich and plan on spending the rest of the evening sipping on your Monster and playing League of Legends with Daniel and Frank. I wish I could be playing with you, honey. We used to have a lot of fun playing games together. As long as I didn’t get mad. Sorry about those times. :(

I love you and I miss you. Next time, please come in a good dream. I guess I hadn’t specified. I’m hugging and showering you with kisses right now. Good night, Laythe.



Hello my dear,

I think I need to start writing these letters earlier. I end up staying awake much later than I should. It’s alright though because I get to connect with you.

I had a class in the morning today. It was my sixth WRAP class, meaning I only have two more to go before I am eligible for peer employment training. The topic today was the Wellness Toolbox. I gleaned some good ideas that I will tell you more about at a later time. I am looking forward to implementing some of these ideas. I think they will help my depression and anxiety tremendously, especially if I adapt these into a new lifestyle.

Class was over at 11am, from which I drove over to Alan’s Music Store in La Mesa. I decided to rent a violin. I used to play during elementary school and part of middle school. I had actually been pretty good. Since then, however, I have not picked up a violin. I don’t remember how to play, or even read music, but I am hoping that with the help of YouTube videos and other online resources, I can begin to gradually pick it up once again. I wish I could have played for you one day. Maybe you heard me playing around with it today. It was beautiful to hear the sound of a violin again.


I went to visit Joanne for about an hour before heading over to my psychiatrist appointment. She bought some lemonade iced tea from Trader Joe’s. I was taken by surprise; it tastes almost identical to your favorite Peace Tea, the sweet lemon tea variety. I think I may start buying it occasionally, or find a recipe to make some homemade. I think that would be an even better option. I could make it using organic ingredients. Here is a picture of Teddy Laythe enjoying some of the tea.


Shortly after, I became very agitated at Dr. Allen’s office. The receptionist had failed to mention that they only accepted cash. You know I don’t carry cash. Of course, I was embarrassed. I started my period today and have the worst cramps I have ever experienced, so maybe that contributed to me overreacting. I cried out of frustration. It was stupid. Oh well, can’t change what happened, right? I wish you could have been there to comfort me. The psychiatrist upped my dose of Abilify to 5mg from 2mg. I hope it helps. I have been feeling relatively flat, if that makes sense. Not really happy, not terribly sad, and I can’t even say I am content. I guess apathetic? I’m not quite sure.

I returned to Joanne’s place afterward. We laughed about my mini breakdown at Dr. Allen’s, chatted, cooked dinner, and ate together. I left for home totally stuffed. When I got home, I played with the violin a bit, started on laundry, and washed dishes. I usually have to push myself to keep up with things around the house, but today I just got right to it. Playing music through the computer and singing along made it more enjoyable as well.

I spent the evening playing World of Warcraft with Daniel which was a nice distraction. I haven’t wanted to play games since your suicide. I miss playing them with YOU. I feel guilty about playing without you. It just isn’t the same. I am not sure if I will ever get over it enough to actually enjoy gaming. I can’t say I have fun. I enjoy the chatting on vent more than playing games. Frank and Daniel are fun people to talk to. I am glad I met them through Tabby and Richard.

So that was today. I am getting tired now. I think I may watch an episode of Black Butler in bed and pretend I’m cuddled up with you like old times. I love you, Laythe. I wish you could come home because I am missing you so much. Please visit me in another dream again soon. It would really mean a lot to me if you did.

Yours truly,

07.19.14 & 07.20.14

Dear Laythe,

I would like to start off by telling you how much I adore you. I don’t feel like I said that enough when you were alive. I miss you, honey. I think about you all of the time. So many things remind me of your handsome, amazing self. You brought a lot of light into my life. More than I had seen in a long time. I wish I could have appreciated it better, but it was difficult at times for I was fighting my own battles against depression. I hope you can forgive me, my love. I still feel like I failed you in many ways, and I wish you had given me the opportunity to become a better girlfriend, a better Alex. You took that chance from me, sweetheart. I feel very sad that I cannot even try to make things better for you and for us. I really did and continue to love you. I still consider you my boyfriend. You may not be in the same reality as me, but you are as real to me as the people around me. You existed, and continue to exist in some way, shape, or form. I want to believe this.

I did not write to you yesterday because I was tired and felt I needed a break for a day. In the morning, Nadia came over for a short while. She had her coffee while I sipped some peppermint tea. Once she left, I drove up to my stepdad’s timeshare at Welk’s Resort. It was nice to spend time with him, Debbie, and her family. My stepbrother was also there with his wife Amanda. When I see them, I think of what it could have been like to be your wife. That can’t happen now, but it doesn’t stop me from wearing the promise ring you placed on my finger. I cherish my ring. Thank you, Laythe.

While at Welk’s, I swam in the pool with Debbie and rode the water slide a few times. I had a chance to tan a bit, which turned into a minor sunburn. Oops. All of us had pizza for lunch. So bad, but so good. It was little Anthony’s 7th birthday, so we celebrated with ice cream cupcakes. That was the first time I heard of those. Did you know about them, babe? You would probably be all over something like that. You and your sweet tooth. I am very glad that I made the trip up there. It was relaxing and nice to get out of San Diego for a day. Next time they are up there, I will probably join them for the whole weekend instead of just for the day.


Today was a long day, but a fulfilling one. My friend Chance went with me to Balboa Park to volunteer at the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention’s tent for the Pride Music Festival. We were able to raise awareness and pass on information about the warning signs for suicide. I had the opportunity to work alongside a few other women who had lost family members to suicide. One had lost a daughter, another a father. I heard a few stories from people passing through about friends they had lost to suicide. I want to make it stop.


I learned today that depression is the most easily treated mental illness. If only I had known how to get you help and recognize the signs in you, my handsome. I hope to help others since I was not able to help you. I want to make a big difference, Laythe. And I will. I am determined. I found the courage today to organize a team for the walk in October. Chance said he is in. Now, the real work will begin. I have a lot of planning to do. I think this will be a wonderful thing, baby. This is for you, for me, and all of the others who are suffering and on the verge of losing hope. I will be strong for us, I promise.

I will leave you here tonight, darling. I have quite a few things going on tomorrow. I am sure I will learn something new to share with you. Good night, Laythe. I love you and miss you tons. I hope you are happy where you are and smiling down at me. I hope I am making you proud.