This is about suicide, so if that’s something you avoid, skip this. Jannuzzi’s sister took her own life, and Jannuzzi writes about it. It has haunted me for days.

I started going to church again after my sister Julia attempted suicide and failed. If my parents were surprised by my sudden reappearance in the back of their station wagon on Sunday mornings, they didn’t show it. 

It was 1996, and I was 24 years old, a recent college graduate, living with my parents with no real future plan. Julia was 29 and lay comatose in a hospital, a result of her intentional overdose.