Thank you so much for writing this. I have been thinking about her a lot since she died. I started following Heather/Dooce at the very beginning of her blog and was going thru my own new mom struggles almost at the same time she was, too.  I admired her honesty and her humility, especially as she quite bravely wrote about her mental health struggles, always with complete transparency. Even if I hadn't read her blog in a while, I'd check on it, always wondered how she was doing, always hoped she was feeling a little better, or had more hope. When I saw the news of her suicide, and that it had followed a recent relapse, it really hit me like a ton of bricks. The attacks on her character--even after she took her own life--are unconscionable to me, particularly as anyone who read her words knew exactly what kind of darkness she tried so hard to exit, and specifically mentioning how she wanted to be around for her kids. She endured so much just to try to get better. I agree that it's such a tragedy that even in the face of such suffering, we can't have compassion--REAL compassion--for each other in times of true darkness. Or that vitriol is so tempting to so many. We have to remember we need each other, and every hateful word will really just add more pain and suffering. May her memory be eternal.  It occurs to me that there are many more people than we realize on this planet who find it incredibly difficult even just to get through the day. And that every day is more difficult than the one before. This suffering can happen to any one of us. It's amazing how so many think they are entitled to mock it. We really cannot afford to be so merciless.