I wish suicide was a nanosecond of madness. My stepson, 23 years old, who appeared to have everything going for him - good job, lovely girlfriend, prospects on the horizon, committed suicide in April of this year. He went to an open space with people around and hung himself. My partner and the rest of his family will never understand why he did this - only 12 hours earlier they were at work together having a laugh and joke about how well his life was panning out. It's the not knowing why that is the hardest. We genuinely believe he did not actually want to end his life, but used it as more of a cry for help, but we will never truly know. The one positive thing that has come out of this is that my partner is now extremely close to his eldest son - they had a few rocky years, but this has, in a strange way, helped them to cement their relationship. All I can say is, nothing should ever be that bad that you want to end it all, and talking can help if it's to the right people. My partner wishes he got that one last chance to talk to his son and tell him how much he loved him, and to help him through his troubled times.