I'm in the UK and there has been a lot of suicides reported recently including deaths as an inpatient at the hospital I was at, the suicide of a student that I taught and the bodies found of the missing mother and daughter in Bristol. I find myself reading reports obsessively, collecting information about how, where and when. Everytime I hear about someone else's suicide it feels as a thread snaps in the rope that keeps me safely connected to the world. I also collect stories about suicides and about those who die from anorexia nervous. It's shameful in a woman of my age, intelligence and background but I am helpless. It becomes compulsive. I read a suggestion that this is a way of living or rather of 'not living' vicariously, but to me it seems as if this suicide and self harm is becoming normalised through this exposure. What do others think?