[livi]

Apart from being severely clinically depressed bordering on psychotic, I canīt imagine or comprehend how a person can make the decision of ending her own life. When it comes down to essentials, life to me seems so dear. Isnīt a horrible life at least a tiny bit better than no life at all ? I have met several youngsters in the line of my work during the years, with a clear cut decision of ending their own lives. Some have succeeded. I have spent hours and hours listening, trying to save them with my words. Make them change their minds.

I canīt even begin to imagine how horribly painful, empty and dark they must feel inside to come to such conclusion that death is the only way out.

One teenage girl described the feeling as standing at the window in a burning apartment on the tenth floor. Staying is just too painful.