In 2019, we lost 685 New Zealanders to suicide. In 2020, we did not do much better, with a drop of only 31. We still lost a further 654 of our people. I can't speak for everyone on this—how these people get to be in a place where they felt this was their only option. But I can speak from experience of feeling like the world would be better off without me in it. There have been moments in life where the world seemed so complicated, that nobody understood me, and I wasn't worth being understood. There were times I was sad and could not even tell you why I was sad. I think those were the worst times, because if you can pinpoint why, you can solve it, right?