I heard today that my friend and suitemate from college, Ben May, had gone missing. I’ve heard unofficially that he left a note which breaks my heart. The outpouring from friends and family on Facebook is difficult to read – pleas for him to return home and prayers that he’s safe somewhere. It made me think a lot about about how isolating depression can be and how life can overwhelm someone to the point that they think it’s not worth it to go on. Ben is an incredibly outgoing and charasmatic guy, really unforgettable to anyone who’s ever met him. I echo the prayers and sentiments of his friends and family, hoping that he’s safe.