Found my sister's body after she had hanged herself. In movies, they usually show the feet dangling limply, but her whole body was stiff and rigid, legs splayed and feet pointed as if she had been petrified. The stiffness is how I knew immediately that she'd been dead for hours.

I didn't scream. I was in shock and felt my throat closing in. I could barely speak when I called an ambulance (and the police). My first thought had been "Too late". My second thought was "I'll never have kids, because I don't want to ever see something like this again." Then finally, I thought "I can't let my mom see this."

Waking up my mom to tell her that my sister had killed herself is the hardest thing I've ever had to do.

Dealing with a suicide in the family made me realize that despite having had suicidal thoughts myself, I don't want to inflict that pain on my family.

Still scarred, and dealing with PTSD by going to therapy. Still have nightmares. I haven't slept well since that day. I'm just not the same person anymore after that.