My friend Nikki commited suicide on November 24, 2008 at the age of 14. She suffered from depression for about 3 years before it happened, her dad was a psychiatrist as well. I didn't find out that it happened until about a month later because i was out of town and i was crushed, especially because i didn't get to attend her funeral. For a while i wondered... why? she was so beautiful, she had such caring parents and sibling's, great friends and she was kinda wealthy. Then i realized that was a dumb question to ask myself, i know the pain of depression firsthand.. i even tried to commit suicide so how could i even wonder? It's been almost 4 yrs since she died and i still think of her almost everyday, sometimes i long to be with her again. If i had a chance i would trade my life to get her back. I struggle every day to keep living and to have at least a little bit of hope that someday, things will get better... but it's always easier to just hope and wish.