Suicide. It’s such a sad thing. You can almost feel the helplessness in the choice.
And wish you could have done something to change it.
Then you wonder, what was so bad that they couldn’t go on? Immediately you think depression, guilt or shame.
Brought on by financial trouble, maybe? Addiction? Disease?
Nope, none of that.
It’s brought on by something different. Something you wouldn’t guess.