There are three groups of people I think should read Caroline Roodhouse’s book about her family’s journey after her husband died by suicide: 

 

By my calculation between those three groups that will probably cover everybody, which sounds about right for who should read this book.
 
You should read this to know that if you’ve been bereaved you’re not alone, and there’s no ‘right’ way to feel.
 
Read it if you’re not sure what to say to a friend or colleague going through something like this (and if you’re in that situation pledging to ‘be more Emma’ to support those people in your life would seem like a good out come to me. Emma’s Caroline’s best friend and the value of her support shines through in the book.)
 
And most of all read it if thoughts of taking that ‘permanent solution to a short-term problem’ have ever crossed your mind. Read it to make sure you understand even a little about the pain and confusion that decision will cause for people who know and love you, and please, please let them help you now instead.
 
Naturally trigger warnings galore apply when reading this book. Caroline highlights this ahead of the most particularly difficult parts. But, her honesty is what shines through and makes this book so powerful, and shying away from the moments of getting the news, telling her eldest daughter at primary school, the inquest, the questions, the anger, would have made this book much less.
 
If it’s a scenario too raw for you, then skip to part three, aptly titled ‘Hope’, for confirmation that no situation is ever hopeless, no matter how it might feel in the moment(s).