To run away from trouble is a form of cowardice and, while it is true that the suicide braves death, he does it not for some noble object but to escape some ill. - Aristotle

I write this because my Nephew once again tried (and failed) committing suicide. I do not tolerate this because while I understand life has a way of throwing us curve balls, there is always going to be someone who's life is a thousand times worse then what you think yours is. I have tried helping him over the years but I finally quit because his mental immaturity was too stressful for me and my fiancee and was putting a strain on our own relationship. My dad (and I use that word very loosely) committed suicide after taking the money he and mom (again, used loosely) saved up and moved out. After that I vowed to help those that needed it but with my Nephew I have found out that you can only help those who wish to help themselves and that sooner or later you have to allow them to live their lives no matter what that might end up being because everyone has their own path to walk and it might sound cruel but some peoples' paths are a dead end.