Thirteen Reasons Why

Minutes ago I finished the Netflix series. I read the book way back when and was just as heartbroken then as I am now. During the last episode I didn't expect it to become so much more personal and graphic. I cried, I couldn't breathe, I thought I was going to vomit. Not long ago I was hannah. I didn't want to die, maybe I did, but I wanted the pain to end. And people fail to realize the impact they have on a person's mental health. Why don't people take this seriously?