I live in a town known for its great schools, low crime rate and beautiful homes. It’s the kind of place where young people seem lucky to be who they are with everything in life to look forward to.
But earlier this year, we learned otherwise. In the space of a couple of months, three young people committed suicide. One was a high school senior. The other two were in college. It was a devastating wake-up call to how people can suffer invisibly right in your midst.