When we experience or have experienced something traumatic or related to our close ones, sometimes the only thing that could make us feel better is to share with someone who has been through the same experience.
With patience, dialogue and persistence, we eventually achieved our goal. The club kept on growing every week, the interest was unwavering and our student voice was growing stronger and stronger.
When I was in seventh grade, a boy from the year above committed suicide. The whole school found out. He had done it by hanging himself. We knew that as well. We also knew that the reason behind that was that he was gay and had recently come out to his father.