I didn't know Caroline Flack and neither did you

The term 'committed suicide' doesn't cut it. There is no easy way to put it, but when Caroline Flack died last week, she wasn't committing a crime. That out of date phrase means just that, unlawfully killing yourself. Suicide is one thing, it's the committing bit I don't care for.

I don't read the tabloids or watch 'Love Island' so I didn't know about her arrest or victimisation by the press. I didn't know about her mental health struggles. I only know that life is hard enough without putting the boot into a stranger. I lost a good friend to suicide about fifteen years ago. He was a man of great charm and humour, kind and excellent company. One day he decided that he couldn't face the future and that everyone would be better off without him in their lives. I didn't have a clue he was in such a bad way.

I wrote about Ant Mcpartlin here and like a broken record, I say this again. It's not enough to put a hashtag on your social media about kindness, instead try to realise that you don't need an opinion on everything. No need to gossip and spread rumours. Stop trying to be outraged. In short, mind your own bloody business.