I “enjoyed” your take on the subject, and glad you’re around. I made a couple of half-hearted attempts which only landed me in psych wards. Things got better when my illness became properly treated. But then my son died by a very well planned suicide in 2019. I didn’t even know where he was when it happened—a campground near Laramie, Wyoming—in December —with a friend. I am alternately angry then saddened. He had such possibilities. I’d help put him through four years of college, he landed a prestigious position in “Teach for America.” I just an accept it as a part of me. Something that will never go away.