Today, my 10-year-old arrived home in an unusually bright mood. That couldn’t last. After supper, he became even more agitated than usual. We asked him what was wrong. Her said there were things he just couldn’t get out of his head. At first, citing irritation with his brother, then his father’s history of yelling (which has improved), and eventually admitting that it’s the society, in general, and the way people treat each other.
I flashed back to being 8, and sitting in the school library, tightening a handkerchief around my neck. At the time, it felt like a genuine suicide attempt. No one responded.