This story is yet another painful reminder of a friend from high school who was “happy”. She lived with her mother in a townhome. Her mother came back from holiday to find her hanging by a rope from the second story banister.
I went to her funeral 10 years ago and I thought about how anyone could have prevented it from happening. Medication? Therapy? Locking her up? Even then, if you force a person to talk about their problems, how do you know they’re telling the truth?
It’s difficult to control free will.