Mental illness is a mob within the mind. An entity ruled by emotion. It cannot be reasoned with. The mob must be broken, piece by piece, until the mass splits apart under the weight of it’s own irrationality.
I will upset my audience. Knowing this, I will not leave the stage without giving them effective methods on handling the troubling feelings that will arise. Otherwise, I become a provocateur. Interested only in triggering a response, and having no concern about the recoil. These young people deserve better from me. I will not shelter them from the horror of suicide. I refuse to put a smiling face over depression.