Last night I could hardly sleep.
My thoughts were with Leilah, the girl in the guestroom who was about to commit suicide yesterday.
What happened took me back to two years ago, when I was also so desperate, so heartbroken. Although suicide never crossed my mind that time, I can imagine how Leilah must feel. She hasn't told me her story yet, but the decision to end her life must be the result of deep disappointment or humiliation.
I sigh sadly.
Life is a gift and no one has the right to decide when to end it, just as birth is not chosen by man.
And yes, life can be quite unfair and hard at times, but we have the course in our own hands. We have a choice to do better or cowardly let all the misery come upon us. All that is in our own hands.
Two years ago I chose to define
