I can’t believe it,’ I said to my workmate, Ed, then 21, stunned. ‘I’m so sorry,’ he replied. It was December 2015 and I’d just learned my mate Dan, 27, had died by suicide.
Devastated, I’d no idea Dan, who had such an infectious personality, was doing it so tough. I’d only spoken to him on Saturday.
As I set about finishing my shift as a carpenter, Ed did his best to listen and cheer me up.
But both of us knew suicide was no laughing matter
