Honestly, I had already lost religion by the time that period of my life occurred. I remember my friend (who was also atheist) talking about suicide, and I found it so confusing. It’s not like there’s something better waiting on the other side, so what’s the point? Ruin the one chance at joy that you know for sure exists?

She grew up and out of it, thankfully. Though she then turned into an anti-vaxxer and stopped talking to me because of it. Oh well.