It's a message we never expect to receive, news that leaves us breathless, an absence we can never fill. When someone commits suicide, the last thing we remember of that person is that final moment, as if their entire existence were reduced to their farewell, as if everything they were and everything they dreamed of were erased in a single act. But what if the problem isn't the end, but everything we failed to see beforehand?

We live in a world where communication has become instantaneous, but true dialogue has disappeared. We spend hours watching other people's lives on social media, but we forget to look into the eyes of those close to us. We think a "like" is enough to show support, but we ignore the silences that cry out for help. In this disconnection, many young people find in suicide what they believe is their only way out. And when it happens, society asks why, when the real question should have been: how did we get here?

Suicide is not a sudden decision; it is an echo of loneliness, of hopelessness, of a pain that found no words to express itself. It is the result of a real lack of communication, of an emotional disconnection that continues to grow with each conversation avoided, with each feeling minimized, with each person who tried to speak and was not heard.

Young people, especially, are facing a silent emotional crisis. They feel pressured by impossible standards, by constant comparison, by a society that demands success but doesn't teach them how to cope with failure. They feel alone in a hyper-connected world, trapped in the paradox of having hundreds of followers but no one to truly talk to.

And when the unthinkable happens, we're left with the last memory, with the shock of the end, without realizing that what we should really remember is who they were, what made them laugh, what dreams they had, what wounds they tried to hide. We need to change how we see suicide: not as an isolated event, but as a sign that something deeper is failing in our society.

We must learn to listen, to speak from a place of love, to strengthen family and friendship bonds before it's too late. It's time to reclaim closeness, to be present, to ask questions that go beyond the automatic and superficial "How are you?" It's time to hug more, to judge less, to remind those we love that their lives have value, that their pain matters, and that they are not alone.

Suicide shouldn't be the last thing we remember about someone. We should remember their laughter, their bright moments, their essence. And, most importantly, we must do everything we can to ensure they also remember that their story doesn't have to end with a goodbye.

"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest." — Matthew 11:28