I am writing to you with a heavy heart wondering if there was something I could have said, To stop you taking that awful leap from the top of Beachy Head. You were let out of the ward, without a care for the risk or a thought over your safety. The decision was made, in less than a week and was clearly much too hasty. The diagnosis you had, we were told by them, were the feelings of rejection. And knowing this, and what you would do they left you without protection. Because of all this I am feeling enraged that there is nothing I can now do, I needed more time to watch you grow into the young man that was to be you. The tears keep on coming and my blood is boiling that you are not here with me tonight. But don't worry my son, my works never done and I will keep on fighting this fight. I leave you with this, a promise I make that justice will be done, I love you right back to the moon and beyond my dearest, darling son. Love mum xx