I don’t understand people who have one drink. I don’t understand people who leave half a glass of wine on the table. I don’t understand people who say they’ve had enough. How can you have enough of feeling like this? How can you not want to feel like this longer? My brain works differently.
With all the sad news that this week has brought (o captain, my captain), it is important to remember that he was not the only one who committed suicide that day and that he is not the only one with an “invisible” disease.
(And yes, I know it’s a little pathetic to quote a fictional character on such an important issue, but it doesn’t mean that the quote is wrong.)