Fred – My Brother by Max Mackay James

  I miss my brother.  I was 21 when Fred died. He was aged 28. He killed himself, and I was bereaved by suicide. You don’t get over it – I haven’t – and the sadness lasts. But his death is a long time ago now, over 40 years, and these days...

The moment my life changed forever – Ian.

I lost my brother to suicide nearly 11 years ago. He was 34 and I worked with him in a fireplace business. When a job opportunity came along for me to work in America for 5 months, he told me to go and pursue my dreams. On coming home I found his business had gone...

“The men in my family” by Max Mackay-James

This is a story that lives in a photograph. It is an old picture in a dusty frame, and I think of it sitting on chests of drawers for many years with nobody bothering to look at it much. But now I do. The picture is of my father when he was fourteen. We all called him...

Slipping away on the ebb tide: Suicide and men beyond 50

My friend Bob is a psychotherapist in Wales.  He was visiting me for the weekend when he got a text from Davey, one of his clients.  It read, ‘My kids r ok, but can c no reason 2 carry on.  Wd love to slip away on the ebb tide, noone would notice. ...