-- ✨ Open Dialogue -- conversation -- sharing -- communicating -- listening -- artistry -- I can grasp all of that with using various gifted talented modalities -- we each have our own unique reason for being in this mortality of this University Called Life -- some choose whatever resonates inwardly with their being and presence -- it is not mine to make a judgement on any belief system -- life style choice -- who what when where -- race identification does not hold ground or space with me at all never will -- it goes against my inner personification -- tenderly sending this out to the Divine Source with L.O.V.E. -- intuitively listening to my inner self that voice inside of me -- I have made changes in my own personal life -- those are mine -- we all have ours -- if I even attempt to disrespect another -- ✴ I am looking in the " MIRROR OF MY OWN REFLECTION " ✴ -- as with the air that we inhale and exhale we are always growing changing realigning that is sacredness -- it is a gift like no other -- perfection is a word that is often taken out of context -- Learning to Love Oneself extends beyond what is visual -- energy is sent from our own being out into the Universe Transmitted Affecting Us All -- tenderly sending this with L.O.V.E. of acceptance ✨ --
The story of Tommy Fort as written by his Mother Elaine Billings. January 25, 1969 - September 8, 2011
A LOVING HUSBAND, DADDY, SON, BROTHER, UNCLE AND FRIEND
[ Tommy is spun golden in radiant light right next to you and all of us Elaine Billings.
We love you more than words can express, hold on to that forever ]
" he had hair like spun gold or that's what I told him "
Elaine Billings and Tommy Fort
Thursday September 08, 2016 it will be five years since my beloved son took his own life.
It's burned into my mind and I can see and hear it just like it was yesterday!
I haven't changed one thing about why I'm here.
No one should die because of antidepressants, but it won't STOP until these drugs are taken off the market.
Tommy's Birthday is January 25, 1969. He would have turned 48.
No card bought. No cake baking. No birthday meal planned. No family gathering.
His face is just one of thousands gone before their time. Gone because of pharmaceutical lies! Gone because he trusted his doctor to "First do no harm!" Gone because he had anxiety!
I have spent these remaining years of my life, warning people that antidepressants can and do cause suicide. Tommy is proof of this truth. If he were here, he'd ask you, is taking antidepressants worth the risk? I'm asking, is it really worth the risk?
If you feel inclined, watch how it feels to lose a child you love deeply. If you are moved by it, or believe it, then share. You could save a precious life.
Happy Heavenly Birthday Tommy. I miss and love you more each year.
September 8, 2011
This date, this unimaginable date is upon me. If I close my eyes and still myself, I can hear the wailing sounds of me. I feel the unmerciful pain hitting me. I can see me writhing on the floor, in inconsolable agony. Those three incessant words, invading and burning into my mind. "Tommy committed suicide!" My child, snatched away in the blink of an eye. This can't be true. How do I breath? How do I continue to live? How do I survive this trauma? God tell me how? How could such a happy, loving, strong, generous, friendly, beautiful man die in such a incomprehensible, violent way? I couldn't even begin to wrap my mind around this. I was numb! Mother's are not suppose to witness their child being buried...
One evening, I was sitting on my bed, staring into the nothingness of my life and my son came to me. "MOM HELP ME!" "I DIDN'T MEAN TO DO IT!" Can you imagine the powerless feeling I had, when my child called beyond the grave, asking me to help him! He must have had a lot of faith in me. Because, that's all I had going for me, just his few desperate words...
After I found out that Tommy was taking two antidepressants for anxiety, Zoloft and Wellbutrin, they were my only leads. I set out to find some answers. To see if, these drugs could have played a part in my son's death. Did I ever find answers! These antidepressants were the "only" reason for Tommy's death! Knowing this truth did not bring my son back, though. I needed to figure out, not only how to live without my son, I needed a reason to live...
My purpose....
No one's beloved child, should die because of "psychiatric" drugs! And, I know Tommy is in this fight with me. Not only to warn about the "truth" of these toxic, deadly psychiatric drugs, but to see the day, when antidepressants are no longer available to MURDER anyone else's beloved child...
RIP my son, until one sweet day...
Tommy's Vivacious Love of Teamwork High School Basketball
Tommy's High School Graduation
Sisters Nicole and Kelley, Mom Elaine with Tommy at his College Graduation
Tommy One of New York State Police Officers Finest Graduation
Tommy and Tina their Magical Wedding
Tommy with their Daughter Morgan
Tommy and Tina at their Son Brett's Baptism
Family - Tommy, Tina with their Daughter Morgan and Son Brett
" I will always talk about my son. Time will never stop my love for him or stop my missing him. He should be here, antidepressants took him from his family. That's the truth! "
