It started last winter with Google searches.
Athletes who committed suicide.
Celebrities who committed suicide.
Methods for killing yourself.
By the time summer rolled around, with his mind in a deepening depression, Lawrence Jackson’s casual interest in suicide had turned into full-blown infatuation.
He drove by one bridge and thought to himself, “Damn, I can jump off that bridge.” He stopped himself from driving to another.
One day, as he held a kitchen knife in his hand, he thought, “Are you serious, or are you not about this?