“About 5 years ago my neighbour ran into my kitchen screaming that something had happened to her son. I didn’t understand what was going on so I followed her to the barn. When I entered the barn, her 13 year old son had hanged himself to a rope. From that moment everything slowed down. I felt like it was surreal and time had stopped. The sound of her scream is something that will be stuck in my memory for the rest of my life. When the ambulance arrived everything went terribly fast. When they took him away from her, I didn’t leave her side and helped arranging the funeral. After the funeral my world fell apart. Every time I came home and entered my door I was afraid I would find my own son hanging on a rope. At some point my fears started to control my mind. My son noticed my fears. I remember this one night my son came up to me and said. ‘Mum, don’t worry. I’m a fighter, I will never give up.’ ”