It's not very often I talk about this but one night we had a text message from my 18 year old son saying 'thank you for being great parents, but I must go now' this was 2 am on a Sunday morning, he had been out with friends pubbing and clubbing etc, we rang him, wouldn't answer, we texted him and found out he was at a well known bridge in town, we alerted the police and set off to find him, we asked around in the area and someone said they spoke to him on the bridge earlier, we found him curled up in a corner nearby, he was taken to hospital and seen by counselors etc, in the coming weeks he was diagnosed bi-polar and suffering from severe depression, he had a spell in a local psychiatric unit due being a suicide risk, he battled for 2 years and got off the anti-depressants, now he lives in his own place with his girlfriend and making a life for himself nicely, It transpired that his depression went back to his teenage school years and he had done a very good job of hiding it from us, we had know idea at all, That's the thing about depression it hits the most unlikely of people. That night still haunts us after 5 years.
There but for the grace of god go I
Just in case anyone asks, no drugs were involved.