Yesterday my baby turned twelve. Yesterday a student in her school, also twelve, killed himself. Was he depressed? No. Was he unpopular? No. He was a happy, sporty, outgoing boy…who played the choking game and lost. HOW FUCKING STUPID.
I was at the school this morning. I watched boys shaking so hard from shock I thought they would throw up. I watched girls cling to each other, tears rolling down their cheeks. I watched an incredible team of ‘crisis’ counselors listen, help, advise and comfort his contemporaries. I hope they continue to shake, I hope they do throw up, I hope they cry themselves to sleep tonight and every night for a long, long time. Because then maybe, just maybe, they won’t play the dumbest game in the world themselves.