Many people who heard Steve Fugate’s story emailed him at his site, Trail Therapy. Steve and the emailers gave us permission to publish their letters. One email came with this:

I am attaching one of my first expressive oil paintings of my mother’s suicide and my experience. it’s called ‘letting go’. She letting go of me and her responsibility as a mother, and my letting go of my anger. –Margot

Emails to Steve, including Margot’s, are below…

–Original Message to Trail Therapy–
Subject: visitor’s comment

I heard your interview on NPR this morning and was so impressed with your experiences and journey that i came to your web-site. I so enjoyed your stories of the people who were in pain that stopped you on your walk. The experiences of your walk are such a source of healing, encouragement, and hope. I trust that you have the opportunity to tell this story before love audiences. We need to hear more of this side of humanity in our news. Thanks, Ann

–Original Message to Trail Therapy–
Subject: Hey heard you on NPR

I love your story. I would walk, but I have 4 dogs. They are the only thing that matters to me in my life. My family basically abandoned me when I told them I was gay and moved to San Francisco in 1980. I’ve lived in NYC since 1989.

Your story, I don’t know what it was, but i walked thru the snow this morning with my dogs, a little lighter, a little freer, and a touch more hopeful.

May God watch over you and take care. I hope to maybe someday have courage and not wearing my fear. I am amazed by people who can just trust and let completely go and be so free of fear. That’s living life. I’m envious.

I wish you well. Your message is beautiful. I feel a bit better today hearing it on “hearing voices” on NPR (one of my favorite radio programs).

xoxo Brian

–Original Message to Trail Therapy–
Subject: visitor’s comment

Your story has made a difference in my life.

Steve

–Original Message to Trail Therapy–
Subject: Just heard a broadcast on public radio…in santa fe ‘hearing voices’

Steve:

You have the gift… a wonderful gem of a heart! I heard this broadcast and was taken by your sense of humor, honesty and your love of life. Really.

I too have lost through suicide a family member — my mother. She attempted suicide throughout my childhood… and my mantra throughout my young life had been to save her, make her happy, to stop her from hurting herself. But as time moved on, her attempts and her drinking/use of pills and self destruction took it’s toll on me. I doubted my love for her.

It was in 1976, I got a letter in the mail from my mother… who lived just a few blocks away. Odd. Opening it up, my heart started beating, I started welling up… and then… calm overtook me and I called the police. The letter was a suicide note that stated ‘by the time you read this, I’ll be dead’. She listed all of her belongings and really blamed me in the letter for her suicide.

The police met me at her apartment. I opened the door, and we found her alive. There was a suitcase nearby with jars and jars of seconal and tuinol pills. What she had planned on taking to kill herself.

We all crammed into a police car and took her to Long Island College hospital in Brooklyn, where I just wanted the emergency doctor to admit her overnight while I went home to try to find her a good psychiatrist who would commit her and get her some help. The doctor exited the room with my mother saying that he could find no reason how she was a danger to herself or society. My mother apparently had convinced him that she was either fine or had changed her mind. Even with the police there with me, the suicide letter in my hand. I couldn’t believe it. How could this be? The system didn’t work then, and I’m not too sure it does today.

I walked home with my mother. I remember the moment that I had to make the decision to either go to my apartment and call a psychiatrist and get that person over to her by the crack of dawn. Or do I go with her back to her house and stay there with her. She seemed rather belligerent, as she had many times before when I aborted her attempts. (this was the 3rd or 4th attempt).

I went home… and frantically called and did find someone to be there for her the next morning.

Morning came with the buzzer from downstairs. It was the police officer that went with us to the hospital. He walked up the stairs to my door and didn’t have to say a word to me. I saw it, I felt it. I said to him… you found my mother dead. He said yes. She had gone to a hotel room in Manhattan, bought some razor blades and had slit her wrists in the tub.

I live with this to this day. The guilt of not staying with her that night… taking the blame for it. And then were the feelings that I resented her, she had been selfish and had not cared about my feelings or my future. I felt sorry for myself.

Now, I feel that I wouldn’t have changed anything about the situation. It has made me strong, and I have used my pain to spirit my voice as a painter. I am a painter in oils and tribute my work to my mother. I have chosen not to be her victim.

Thank you, for your insight and your spirit. It is wonderful!

God Speed.

Margot

–Original Message to Trail Therapy–
Subject: spreading the love

Hi Steve,

I was completely captivated by your voice and your stories that I heard on NPR today on the program “Hearing Voices”. Your love for life and your openness to it, with its joys and piercing pains, brought me to tears, but made me feel happy and made me love life just a little bit more today. So, I just wanted to say thank you.

If you are coming through the Atlanta area in the spring maybe you could stop by here. I live in a neighborhood called serenbe. I think you would enjoy seeing it. We are trying to create zoning to preserve the bucolic land that is so close to the major city of Atlanta. We have an organic farm. We are all loving life very much here.

My best to you in 2009. And best of luck with the book. Just sit down for a set number of minutes each day and put something on paper. Writing is all about revision anyway.
Best, best wishes to you,

Karen

I love your program, but your website is frustrating as all get-out. I stumbled upon the tail end of the XM radio broadcast of Steve Fugate’s story while in the car this weekend and wanted to hear the mp3/podcast of it in it’s entirety.

After countless clicks through circular links on this page, I guess I’ve concluded that the episode must not be available to hear online. I only wish that that announcement was a bit more forthcoming. Pity.

Update: Had I read the whole write-up I would have seen that the program will be posted on 1/21. My apologies.

Steve, Your compelling story really has touched my life in a beautiful way. Thank you so very much for carrying the sign to remind people (truly) to LOVE LIFE. If even one person can be saved by this beautiful message, then the walk of 21,000+ miles has purpose and great beauty! I am extremely sorry about how you also continually have tremendous pain from your son’s suicide. You see, I lost my dear brother-in-law, Richard, to suicide (shortly before Christmas), and the entire extended family was Devastated by this for many years, and is still in constant pain and guilt. I only wish that Richard could have, and would have, received your message before taking his own life.

I will pray for the continued success of your mission, to get the message of LOVE LIFE (especially with our troubled economic times) … I worry so much for the less fortunate members of our society.

Thanks from the bottom of my heart!

Ed, from Warren Ohio

My Brother!!!!
What a joy to hear your voice and thank you for the laughs and the tears. You, John and Liz are 3 of my favorite people and even when things are at the worst I will always think of you and LOVE LIFE
I watched the movie Into the wild the other day and it inspired me ( though I do like showering and eating) and boy I miss my American Express card! Ok whatever happens in my life I will be walking the trail with you this year my friend
Will

I have had the pleasure of meeting Steve on his journey and he truly is an amazing person, it was great hearing his voice again,god bless you on your never ending journey Stevie I hope to see you soon.

Godspeed, Cousin. You are a spirit for the ages.

–Original Message to Trail Therapy–
Subject: visitor’s comment

I am sitting at work in my cubicle, crying my eyes out, having just heard your story and thoughts on NPR. I lost my best friend to suicide at age 17, and then two weeks later, my little brother attempted the same. Luckily, my mom found my brother in time. I don’t know exactly what to say, but I wanted to let you know how much you mean to me, even though we have never met. I often think people are horrible, selfish, greedy creatures, and that there is no hope, and no one has a good heart. But you remind me that I am wrong in those times, that there are people who love and people who love life, no matter how painful it can be at times. I am going to share your story with my husband, who attempted suicide before we met, to remind him how much I love him and how blessed we are.

Love,
Danelle

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Dear Steve,
A friend sent me your story and I listened to it this morning on my computer. So many things you talked about have been my own experience. My heart broke just like you said. Every time I tell my story to myself or others I fall apart all over again. My first loss was when I was 9 when my daddy died in a car wreck. Both of my beautiful sisters committed suicide, just like you said, with that damn gun. In 2007 my beloved, my former husband and friend, ended his life the same way. Thank you for telling others that “your life doesn’t just belong to you.” I wish I had said that to all my dearest ones who did not have the Love of Life that I am blessed with. My heart goes out to you. I know about that guilt and that pain of senseless loss. I admire your journey.

Your friend, Suzanne