Brendanmcdonnell.com has now been running for 1 year. I thought it was about time I updated the ‘About’ page! I’ve shared it here for those of you who’ve been following my journey from the start/ anyone who’s interested:
I’ve been on a little hiatus from the blog but I’m back now and I’ve started phase 2 of awareness spreading. I’m moving into other avenues to raise awareness and spread my message – the next avenue being through something more visual and tangible.
Page 40 & 41 of FIRST Magazine Malta, July 2015 Edition
I’m not sure if I’m allowed to repost this, but here we go. This is an article about my blog and my life here in Malta written in FIRST Magazine which comes free in the Malta Independent Newspaper. It’s no cover of Rolling Stone but I don’t think I’ve ever been so proud of something. I feel like I’ve done some sort of justice – the least I could do for my dad. Have a read and share it with your mum.
The suicide letter my father left behind. Addressed to me.
June 08, 2015
7 minute read
My dad’s arm resting on my head. My 12th birthday, 2004.
My mother found this letter in an A4 graphed notebook underneath my dad’s side of their bed a few days after he committed suicide. She very hesitantly handed it over to me not long after. I can’t imagine the feelings she was experiencing.
The first recollection of the day I found my dad’s dead body.
June 04, 2015
18 minute read
My dad circa 1983. Age 19 or 20. His powerful self, the way I remember him in my mind.
This is something I hold very close so I’d like to provide some context and clarify a few things. Only 3 people have read it until now. It isn’t eloquently written or by any means a masterpiece of modern literature, but I think it is relatively new information. It is the start of a boy’s process of overcoming his father’s suicide. It is the first ever recollection of the day I found my dad’s dead body exactly as it was written in my journal word for word. I am not sharing this to victimise myself or make anyone sad. I am not sad. I am happy. The point is, if I never had have recalled the day I found my dad’s dead body I wouldn’t be happy.