Content Warning: suicide loss Fourteen years ago, my world cracked open when my father died by suicide. I had just turned 27, and I didn't think I knew everything but I thought I had a pretty good idea of how life worked. I thought I knew who I was. Looking at my shattered worldview in front of me, I humbly realized I didn't know shit. To the Me Who Was Drowning Marshall. I see you there in your grief fog, barely able to string sentences together. The anxiety only made worse