I know of seven.
One guy was a Somali. One of the biggest drug traffickers in Ottawa. It happened a few days after he bought his mother a home. But his mom didn't want the house - she knew where the money came from. He was already suffering from depression before this but this only made it worse. He shot himself in his car.
Another person was a Somali girl who was depressed in Ottawa. She was on her balcony while speaking to a friend on the phone. Suddenly she threw herself off the balcony. An Arab friend of mine happened to saw the whole thing a few meters away.
The third person was another Somali who got his pink slip from the government. He became depressed because he just got married and bought a home. He too shot himself in his car.
The fourth person was a young man in Hargeisa. He used to take me around town and held my hand everywhere. He was a good man. He was depressed about for many reasons: deaths in his family, unemployment and felt alone. He stabbed himself in suuqa. He was very special to me and I feel sad not being there for him despite the big language barrier. He used to protect me from the other neighborhood kids who called me "Oromo" and "dhaqan celis".
The fifth person was at my high school, a bullied Korean kid. I saw him at the halls but never personally knew him. He killed himself in the school washroom stall during lunch. There were grief counsellors that came and tried to calm down his friends. It was a sad day.
The sixth person was a Somali girl who hung herself in a washroom at her home. Don't know the details. She was a recent immigrant to Canada. I knew of her.
The seventh person was another Somali girl who jumped from the bridge and into the river. Don't know the details. I knew of her.
RIP
One guy was a Somali. One of the biggest drug traffickers in Ottawa. It happened a few days after he bought his mother a home. But his mom didn't want the house - she knew where the money came from. He was already suffering from depression before this but this only made it worse. He shot himself in his car.
Another person was a Somali girl who was depressed in Ottawa. She was on her balcony while speaking to a friend on the phone. Suddenly she threw herself off the balcony. An Arab friend of mine happened to saw the whole thing a few meters away.
The third person was another Somali who got his pink slip from the government. He became depressed because he just got married and bought a home. He too shot himself in his car.
The fourth person was a young man in Hargeisa. He used to take me around town and held my hand everywhere. He was a good man. He was depressed about for many reasons: deaths in his family, unemployment and felt alone. He stabbed himself in suuqa. He was very special to me and I feel sad not being there for him despite the big language barrier. He used to protect me from the other neighborhood kids who called me "Oromo" and "dhaqan celis".
The fifth person was at my high school, a bullied Korean kid. I saw him at the halls but never personally knew him. He killed himself in the school washroom stall during lunch. There were grief counsellors that came and tried to calm down his friends. It was a sad day.
The sixth person was a Somali girl who hung herself in a washroom at her home. Don't know the details. She was a recent immigrant to Canada. I knew of her.
The seventh person was another Somali girl who jumped from the bridge and into the river. Don't know the details. I knew of her.
RIP
