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In rural Ghana, a building with no door stands on scorched red earth, with one side leaning towards a Baobab tree. The windows have no glass or shutters, and the cracked, faded yellow paint is peeling. As it approaches its zenith, the sun beams down on the jagged tin roof, reflecting its light. A rooster nearby…

*Trigger warning: this post discusses ways to support those who may be in crisis and survivors of loved ones who have died by suicide. The call you never wanted to receive, the drop in your stomach while you’re reeling upon hearing the news, and the realization that your life will never be the same—most of…