It's a mixed-bag around here right now. And I came home and am watching a documentary called 'Boy Interrupted' about a family that lost their 15 year-old son to depressive Bipolar-related suicide. It's a beautiful film - never morose or over-wrought. The filmmakers are the boys parents, and they do a great job of sharing their pain and confusion and love and frustration.
I'm achingly grateful that sometimes 15 year olds don't know how to end their lives. And horrified that some do. And wish I knew what to do to get people at least talking about teen mental health and suicide, because I'm so convinced that talking about it would make a difference.
As the Quran says, (Chapter 5, verse 32), "anyone who saves one life, it is as if he has saved the whole of mankind."