The other day I told a bunch of people my own age that they needed to quiet down because I was trying to get some work done.
To me it’s a day to tell people. Tell people what I know about suicide and depression. What I know from losing my uncle to it, having a best friend with bipolar disorder, and working in an acute mental health hospital where I meet kids and adults everyday who want to end their lives.
You would never want to put someone in that dark room of sadness; with that little monster that tells them they’re not worth getting out of bed. Think about the people who love you. Call them.