Right before I left for Guam, Carly Henley passed away. She was found hanging by a noose in a fraternity stairwell.
Carly wasn't a fan of Marilyn Manson. She didn't have tattoos on her face. By all accounts, she was attractive, intelligent enough to be a student at the University of Washington, upbeat and talented. She wanted to be a singer. Not the picture of a suicidal woman by any means.
Only a year before, she had seemed content with life:
So what happened? Two weeks before she killed herself, she had been prescribed the antidepressant Zoloft. Her mother had insisted on it after her daughter suffered a depressive spell (fairly common for that age). These pills are given out like M&Ms in the United States but can have really nasty adverse effects and withdrawal symptoms. Users (and it is so horrible to say "users" since most kids are put on this stuff by parents and doctors) are the only ones who really understand the power of these drugs. If you have a bad reaction to them, you could end up having uncharacteristic suicidal thoughts. If you go through withdrawal, as I did while traveling, you could also become self-destructive. It is bad medicine and it is not good that these things are being consumed wholesale by the American public.