It was a weekday morning when I got a call from my son Felix’s school to say he hadn’t arrived.
In that moment I knew, deep in my gut, that something had happened.
After being relentlessly bullied for years, my 17-year-old son had taken his own life. 10 years have now passed – and I miss him desperately every single day.
Felix was the youngest of my three children. He was a very bright, funny, interesting boy, but struggled to find his place in school.


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