We Missed the Signs: A Personal Story

I took the kids to Dear Evan Hansen the other day — it landed harder than I expected. 🎭

Last year my uncle — who’d lived in a wheelchair for a few decades — took his life. He was starting to lose interest in living: small things became so heavy. I didn’t know. I live abroad, and none of us in the family acted strongly enough when he’d hinted at not coping. I’m still angry about that. I’m angry I missed it. I’m angry that, in usual family way, his comments were brushed aside. 😔

If there’s one thing I want to say: suicidal thoughts aren’t selfish. Everyone carries a weight that may not look heavy to you but is crushing for them. When you talk to someone, check in for real. Ask follow-ups. Sit with the silence. Watch their body. Be present — not perfunctory.

🛟 If you need immediate help, please call emergency services now. If you need to talk, here are places that can help right away: Befrienders Worldwide (global helplines) and IASP guidance.

If this touched you, I’ve written more about how lived experience, training, and honest conversation intersect — and why workplaces must hold space for real human care.

[Dear Evan Hansen, 2025 https://www.mayflower.org.uk/]