When Everyone Talks at Once

One night in 2016, my mum was a matter of seconds away from losing her eldest son. She would need to attend his funeral and spend the rest of her life questioning why and how he got to a point where he felt certain that everybody’s lives, including his own, would be better if he was no longer around. Her son, for a small collection of seemingly unimportant reasons did not die that night in the cold. But thousands do. Thousands and thousands of people, a disproportionate number of them men. Leave their homes, their schools, their places of work and decide to kill themselves because they believe it’s the right thing to do. Leaving behind them nothing but questions and heartbreak.