It’s 2am, and I’m sitting under a strip light in the emergency unit of my local hospital, waiting for the doctors to finish attending to a young friend of mine who attempted to end her life tonight. When the paramedics arrived, they told us she wasn’t the first — for many Londoners, it seems, something about the news or the weather today gave the impression that a crisis point has been reached.
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