The second season of “13 Reasons Why” is now out on Netflix. There are so many different articles and opinions on whether the show has helped or hindered suicide prevention. Whether it promotes suicide glorification or lends itself to more communication within our society about mental health.

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Now, it is completely up to you as to whether you are in the correct headspace to watch this series. It talks about a serious subject matter and should not be taken lightly. It's also up to you to decide whether the show is the correct format for speaking about these issues.

Yes, it talks about suicide and rape and bullying. Yes, these issues are important. And yes, this stuff happens.

But suicide isn’t as pretty as it is on TV. In high school, I lost two of my friends to suicide.

I grew up in a very small town where everyone knew everyone and you had to drive an hour just to get to a Target. In high school, we were seemingly protected by everything. We were young and didn't know the harsh realities of the real world.

The school had sent out letters the day my classmate killed himself. Each class period, they told us the news, over and over again. Telling us that there were counselors, encouraging us all to talk about it.

For a moment, time in that small town stopped.

We were morning the loss of our friend. The community came together to focus on the teens in this town. Maybe we weren’t as perfect as we thought we were.

We put up suicide prevention posters and wrote compliment cards to one another in class. We came together and listened to one another. We cared.

But the sad thing is, life goes on, and we were expected to go right along with it.

And no matter how many posters we plastered the walls with of hotlines we shared, it made no difference to the next life that was snuffed out all too soon a few months later.

Again, the teachers were given a letter as to what to tell us and each period was another reminder that he was not here.

But we were expected to move on. We were expected to go back to school and finish out finals.

I had to leave the funeral early to finish an essay. I had never been late to any class in my entire high school career, but that day I was counted late to class because I had been to a second funeral in under a year.

Life stops for no one, not even the dead.

Not just a couple months ago, another friend committed suicide. It’s been years since I first lost my two friends, but again, someone else took their own life.

He was smart and funny and amazing, but he had trouble seeing himself that way. Why is this the only option for people these days? Why couldn't he get the help he needed to live his life out? Why couldn't we listen or care just a little bit more?

Something isn't right in our society if kids are killing themselves.

I never got to say goodbye. I never got to listen to cassette tapes painted with blue nail polish. And they never got their epic endings.

Eventually, people just stop talking about it. Eventually, we all just stop talking about it until someone else decides it's too much.

Suicide is scary. Suicide is not pretty. Suicide is not something we can popularize and then go back to shoving into the dark corners of the reality we refuse to except.

Suicide is real. Don't let stigma's or television shows dictate when we act and when we notice.

The topics being discussed are sensitive and serious. It is not a show to casually binge-watch and forget about the next day. The thing is, we need to be talking about it. We need to be caring. We have to.

The one thing that this show can do is open communication with each other and our society to talk about the ugly stuff, the stuff no one wants to talk about.

Suicide isn't pretty. It isn't the answer. But we need to figure out what is.

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800-273-8255