I came to this forest to die. I had written the goodbye letters. Sold the car. Kissed my two-year-old son one last time without telling him it was the last time. Then the wolves came. Surrounded by yellow eyes in the darkness of an Iranian forest, something inside me broke open. Not my will to die—but my will to live. Because in that moment, all I could see was my son's face. The Funeral I Attended is not a hero's story. It's a raw, unflinching confession from a man who attended his own funeral while still breathing—and somehow found his way back. This memoir follows my journey through the slow death that happens while everyone thinks you're fine, the night I wrote goodbye letters, four days in the wilderness with wolves circling my tent, and the hug that saved my life. For anyone who has ever felt dead while still breathing—this book is proof that the darkness lies. CONTENT NOTE: This book discusses depression, suicidal ideation, and mental health struggles. Includes 15 chapters, personal letters to my son, crisis resources, and reading group guide.
