When I was 14, I had an episode of being incredibly depressed.
I was alone at my sisters house, chopping veg or something for my dinner, and thought it would be so easy to slit my wrist.
The doorbell rang, went to answer it, and it was a guy who was my sisters age who was known for being a player.
He asked if my sister was home, I said no, he started to flirt shamelessly with me.
I didn't take it seriously, but it did make me laugh, and it snapped me out of the funk ( it was a brief episode).
Later on, I told my sister that stopped in for her, and her jaw dropped. This guy had NEVER come over, ever.... my sisters bf ( now dh) wasn't keen on the guy ( he kept trying it on with my sister- seriously, the guy was such a player).
The guy ( my sisters friend) had a very healthy respect for my brother in law, and wouldn't go anywhere near my sister, never mind dropping round at the house she shared with her bf.
At exactly the time I was feeling suicidal.
Strange....