If there is anything humorous about my son’s death from suicide at age 16 last year, I can’t think of what it might be. Yet even while I grieve his loss, I try to find something to laugh about every day.
Laughing in the face of sorrow gives me a brief relief from the black gloom that otherwise surrounds me so much of most days. It is hard for the “I wish I were dead” mantra to maintain a presence when I am smiling, chuckling or outright guffawing. And every second I can steal from this pit of agony is a triumph for life, the way I see it.
Another reason for laughing while trying to recover from devastating loss and personal trauma is that it is therapeutic. A number of research studies have consistently found that laughing seems to help you get through grief faster, with less pain and…
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