I'm a great believer in sharing. We've just lost a good friend to suicide. Really sudden, no one saw it coming. One day here, the next, gone. I'm not saying that anyone could have made a difference but it occurred to me that maybe they felt alone with problems and didn't know who to talk to? I swore that I would never again look at someone, feel a bit "unsure" about how they are and say nothing - I am going to speak out in the future. Even if it offends. At the same time, I have become more open about how I am, the meds I am on and the treatment I am receiving. Not to everyone - you don't want to burden all and sundry - but if the conversation heads that way (and it has recently) - then I speak out. I really am not ashamed of the battles I am fighting and the more you speak, the more others come out and say that they can identify with the issues raised. But then I have always been open. If someone tells me a secret then I am good at keeping it - my own secrets, not so much. I am who and what I am.