In recent months, our community has quietly faced several suicides and near-tragedies, lives lost or nearly lost in places we pass every day.

A young man was found dead along a set of railroad tracks. Another person stepped to the edge of a parking garage, only to be pulled back by a kind and steady voice.

Most of these stories don’t make the front page. Names are withheld, stories untold. Yet behind every loss is a person who once belonged to someone, who perhaps wanted not to die, but to stop hurting.

No one wants to move through life unseen or uncared for. Yet too often, suffering unfolds in silence while the rest of us rush past. What does it say about us as a community when we no longer notice, or when we stop growing alarmed by despair?

Across Indiana, suicide remains one of the

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