Tomorrow I will do what my teachers did for me 12 years ago.
Support my students during a time of grief.
Try and understand why someone would take their life.
Celebrate the short life they had.
Cry for those left behind.
It's something I never wished would happen, but undoubtedly knew that it would.

Despite not teaching her, I knew her from her presence in the playground, and light banter in the tuckshop line.
She was a friend to many, a daughter and a sister.
A seemingly happy girl.
But again, the mask of 'everything being fine' wins again.
And we are left here standing... Wondering why.

Tomorrow I will cry for the loss of a beautiful young woman.
And hope that through these tragic circumstances,
students know its ok to feel lost and confused.
That there are no answers.
That no-one escapes the sadness.
And that we must support each other in life so those who do feel alone, know that someone will always be there to listen.