The Suicide Conversation We Should Be Having Before “They Will Be Missed”

She was a talented rider. She was smart, accepted into med school and ready to kick ass in a tough career. She was kind. She was beautiful. She was loved.

And she was gone.

Here is the thing that burns me about suicide, even more than crying over my phone after reading about the loss of a friend hundreds of miles away. As a society, we don’t like to actually say what happened. See those messages above? Even the own paragraph I wrote about my friend. We can’t name it.

Killed. Dead. Deceased.

Written after Anthony Bourdain’s suicide, this blog blends personal narrative with social commentary. Consistently the top-read post on theplaidhorse.com, even a year after its original publication. Published online at The Plaid Horse blog. Read entire post.