This post includes discussion of suicide that may be distressing to some readers.
I still remember the phone call like it was yesterday. It was one of those calls you never want to have. My friend, my mentor, my father figure, had taken his own life.
I knew him from a young age, and he had always been there for me — he taught me how to swim, he gave me dating advice and later supported me in my early career. He was my go-to guy and always gave me the answers I needed. And as I got older, I realised he was that guy for so many people — the one everyone turned to for support. So, why would someone like that take his own life?
After the funeral, everyone was so confused and kept asking each other: "Did you know?" "Did anyone know?" "Did you get a clue?" But the answer was always the same: "I thought he was OK."
He had everything on the outside, but his inner struggles were invisible, and he never reached out for help. That understanding hit hard and made me realise how stigma stops so many from speaking up when they're struggling.
Watch: Bethany Clarke on coping with grief. Post continues after video.
Months later, I realised I had to be vulnerable to help me work through my grief but also address the stigma I felt too deeply of "toughing it out and dealing with it."























