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Once upon a time I was suicidal. Many years ago. Feelings are not things I like to talk about, unless abstractly. This was a thing I could not tell my parents when I was feeling it. But when I finally could speak, it was my father that I told. My father is my rock. He is not a particularly emotional rock, but I think that is why I like him and love him so much. Neither am I.