I’m not sure if there will ever be an easy way to begin this discussion.
I’ve written this introduction six times over the past two days. The approaches I’ve taken have ranged from uncomfortably casual to the sort of cliché you expect at the start of a bad college essay; none of them have managed to capture the complex and solemn nature of suicide.
This is because, in a culture continuing to grow more aware and comfortable with the wide scope of mental illness, suicide is the ever-present villain that looms over the heads of those who consider it — even for a moment. It forever colours the lives of the victims it claims. It is pages torn from a beautiful story, the ending ripped out of a book by its author. (Post continues after gallery.)