As someone who lost a very dear friend to suicide, on her third attempt, I've come to view depression very, very, differently from before. Until then, I may not have had much sympathy with this kid. Like you say, there are always folk worse off than yourself. Having sat and listened as she poured out her heart after the first attempt, I saw a whole new side of life. This was a young woman with, on the face of it, everything to live for. Yet she wanted to die. I had a few sleepless nights getting it all as straight as I could in my own head. Depression dogged her, on and off, for a while, and her treatment always seemed disjointed. There are people who care, there are people who want to help, but it was sometimes like she was supposed to ask for help. Eventually, she took enough pills to end her life. She didn't call anyone, and by the time she was found, it was way too late. She'd been dead for hours. I will always miss her. I really, really hope that this poor lad gets the help he needs before he reaches that stage.