My sister and I both feel guilty about how our friend Jamie died by suicide, but we're blaming ourselves for completely different things and can't seem to comfort each other — we just keep reopening each other's wounds.
More people experience this than they realize.
Two people are drowning in parallel shame, each convinced their particular failure was the decisive one.
“Where Are You with The death of a friend?”
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.