Someone once said to me, 'They say suicide is a cry for help, for me, its a cry that there is no help'.
This thought keeps swirling round today, as a family friend loses her partner, and a teenage idol of mine, Alexander McQueen took his own life.
Both Men were loved and gave so much to their community, they weren't the quiet types that no-one knew about. If they can't make it, it doesn't give inspiration to us mere mortals. I don't think I could handle losing someone to suicide. Even a nightmare I had once about an ex-boyfriend dying made me cry in my sleep and it wasn't even real.
R.i.p 'Lee' McQueen, Warren, and my thoughts are with you Emanuel.