I once lived next door to a man who committed suicide. He was a lovely guy, with a wife and young child. But he was desperately ill and he was not getting the help he needed. In fact the local newsagent shop owner was more interested in him than his own family, and his wife left him on two occasions in an attempt to get him to “snap out of it”. The latter is always a pointless exercise to use on depressed people. He moved a few streets away from us but we still saw each other at the local … Continue reading →