September is Suicide Prevention Month, and there is a part of the conversation we still do not talk about honestly enough.
When someone dies by suicide, people lower their voices. When alcohol addiction is involved, they lower them even more. And when you are the person left behind, grieving someone you loved deeply, someone who struggled with a disease that changed him, frightened him, distorted him, and eventually took him, you quickly learn there are layers to the silence.
There is the silence around suicide. There is the silence around alcohol addiction. There is the silence around complicated grief. And then there is the silence around what it is like to love someone who is both the most beautiful soul you know and also someone whose disease can leave destruction in its wake.
Michael was more than his addiction
Michael was not his addiction. Michael was not his death.
Michael was a whole human being. Tender. Funny. Brilliant. Infuriating. Loving. Avoidant. Playful. Wounded. Generous in some ways. Unreachable in others. He had beautiful blue eyes, wonderful hugs, a sharp mind, a deep capacity for connection, and a disease that could make him disappear from himself and from the people who loved him.
In my journal, I once wrote,
“Addiction stole this beautiful soul.”
That is still the truest sentence I know how to write. Not suicide alone. Not alcohol alone. Addiction stole him over time, piece by piece, relapse by relapse, silence by silence, medical detox by medical detox, until the final day when alcohol withdrawal, despair, psychiatric crisis, and suicide converged into one catastrophic ending. And still, that is not the whole story of Michael.
That is what stigma does. It flattens people. It takes a complex life and reduces it to a cause of death. It takes a person who struggled and turns him into a warning label. It takes a survivor’s grief and turns it into something people inspect from a distance, as if grief were a crime scene and love were evidence.
People want clean stories
People want clean stories. He was sick, or he was selfish. He was drunk, or he was serious. You could have saved him, or you failed. But nothing about suicide loss connected to alcohol use disorder is clean. It is messy. It is traumatic. It is full of contradictions that never fully resolve.
I believe Michael would not have taken his life sober. Sober Michael wanted life. Sober Michael loved tennis, backgammon, food, traditions, and possibility. Sober Michael could dream. Sober Michael could say beautiful things. Sober Michael could make the world feel like it had narrowed down to 2 people who understood each other without needing words.
But Michael himself once told me, “The booze talks.” And when the booze talked, it did not sound like the man I loved.
That is one of the hardest parts to explain to people who have not loved someone with severe alcohol use disorder. The person is still there, and not there. Their voice is their voice, but the disease has its hand on the wheel. Their words may land like knives, but somewhere inside you know there is a trapped, terrified, altered version of the person you love.
That does not make the harm harmless. It does not mean we excuse everything. It does not mean the people who love someone with addiction are supposed to absorb endless damage in the name of compassion. It means the truth is more complicated than the judgment.
Loving someone with addiction changes your nervous system
Loving someone with active addiction can feel like being in a relationship with someone whose baseline is always moving. It is predictable and unpredictable at the same time.
There are patterns you can see coming from miles away, and still you can never predict the exact turn.
A silence. A relapse. A vanishing act. A call for help. A push away. A pull close. A medical detox. A promise. A disappearance. A return. A version of the person who is tender and clear. A version who is agitated, ashamed, frightened, defensive, or unreachable.
People on the outside often ask questions that sound simple but are not. Why did you stay? Why did you let him back in? Why didn’t he just stop drinking? Why didn’t he get help? Why didn’t you make him get help? Why didn’t you know?
Here is the truth: I did many things.
I showed up. I drove. I called. I advocated. I sat through medical detox. I helped with medication schedules. I talked with family. I talked with professionals. I tried to pass the baton to people qualified to help. I prayed. I researched. I encouraged. I held boundaries. I broke boundaries. I learned. I failed. I tried again.
And still, I could not save him. That sentence is both obvious and unbearable.
Grief is not a public hearing
Those who survive this kind of loss often carry a private courtroom inside themselves.
We prosecute every decision. We replay every call. We examine every word. We ask whether love should have known more, done more, risked more, sacrificed more. And sometimes the world adds its own courtroom.
People may not say it directly, but you can feel the questions. Was he drinking? Were you together? Did you know he was suicidal? Did you call someone? Did he have a history? What exactly happened?
Some people ask because they care. Some ask because trauma makes people search for a reason. Some ask because if they can find the one thing you missed, they can reassure themselves it will never happen to them.
But grief is not an investigation people are entitled to conduct. A person’s death is not community property. A survivor’s pain is not a public hearing.
When someone dies by suicide, especially when addiction is part of the story, survivors are often left not only grieving but explaining. Or not explaining. Or deciding who is safe enough to tell the truth to. Or deciding how much truth they can bear to say out loud.
Complicated grief is still grief
Support matters because isolation is dangerous for the living too.
In suicide loss support groups, I found people who knew. People who did not flinch when I said suicide. People who did not try to fix the story. People who understood that grief can be love with nowhere to go.
And when addiction is part of your story, there is another layer. You may grieve the person and also grieve the years the disease took before death ever arrived. You may feel sorrow, anger, love, trauma, tenderness, exhaustion, guilt, relief, longing, and gratitude in the same day. That is complicated grief.
It is loving someone who hurt you. It is missing someone whose disease exhausted you. It is being furious that they are gone and heartbroken that they suffered. It is wishing you had one more hug while knowing you could not survive one more cycle.
We do not talk enough about the grief of those who love people with addiction. The partner. The parent. The sibling. The friend. The ex who is still the emergency contact in spirit, if not on paper. The person who knows the hospital history. The person who knows what “I need help” sounds like before the words are spoken. The person who can hear relapse in a silence.
Addiction does not happen in isolation. It spreads its weather through families, relationships, friendships, finances, homes, nervous systems, and futures. That does not mean the person with addiction is bad. It means the disease is bigger than one body.
Suicide prevention must include addiction
If we want to prevent suicide, we have to stop pretending substance use, withdrawal, shame, mental health, and isolation are separate conversations. They are not.
Alcohol withdrawal can be dangerous. Relapse can be dangerous. Shame can be dangerous. Isolation can be dangerous. Threats of suicide during intoxication or withdrawal are not “just talk.” They are medical and psychiatric emergencies.
If someone you love is talking about suicide while intoxicated, withdrawing, relapsing, or spiraling, treat it as real. Do not wait to see if they mean it. Do not assume it is the alcohol talking and therefore somehow less serious. The alcohol may be talking, but the danger is still real.
Call 988 in the U.S. Call emergency services. Request urgent help. Stay connected if it is safe to do so. Bring in professionals. Do not carry it alone.
We deserve more than whispers
If you are grieving someone lost to suicide and addiction, I want you to hear this too: You are allowed to tell the truth. You are allowed to protect parts of the story. You are allowed to love them. You are allowed to be angry. You are allowed to miss the sober version and still name the damage the addicted version caused.
Michael’s life mattered. His death mattered. My grief matters. And the way we talk about suicide and addiction matters because silence is not neutral. Silence keeps people ashamed. Silence keeps families isolated. Silence keeps survivors carrying burdens that should be witnessed with compassion.
So this September, I am not lowering my voice.
Michael died by suicide after a long and devastating battle with alcohol use disorder. He was loved. He was sick. He was more than the disease. He was more than the way he died.
And those of us left behind deserve more than whispers. We deserve language. We deserve support. We deserve community. We deserve to remember the whole person. And we deserve to live forward, carrying both the love and the truth.
If you or someone you love is in immediate danger, call or text 988 in the U.S. or call local emergency services. If alcohol withdrawal may be involved, seek medical help immediately. Alcohol withdrawal can be life-threatening and should not be managed alone.
Full version published at: Resilience Brilliance
Read the full Suicide Prevention Month series here:
Part 1: Heartbreaking alcohol addiction and suicide grief: The 2 Michaels
Part 2: Suicide Grief and Alcohol Addiction: The Call That Changed Everything
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About Jennifer “Jena” L. Taylor
Jennifer “Jena” L. Taylor is the creator of Resilience Brilliance™ podcast and programs and founder of The Word Tailor LLC. Her work helps individuals, entrepreneurs, caregivers, high achievers, HR leaders, and organizations address burnout, capacity constraints, resilience, and sustainable performance through playbooks, programs, workshops, corporate solutions, speaking, and private support.
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