I know the heart wrenching impact of suicide and the extreme, desperate heart and mind space one has to be in to make that choice.  I also have friends who suffer from depression, anxiety, bipolar disorder and perhaps other mental illnesses I know nothing about.  I worry about them.  I worry when they get to quiet and when they stay away too long.  I wonder if my phone is gonna ring with the grief of a parent or sibling telling me they’ve chosen their own final act on the stage of life—  I am sometimes terrified by the knowing… the knowing that no matter how beautiful, intelligent, witty and resourceful I find you— that if you don’t see it in yourself what I think doesn’t matter.