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04/13/2010 05:12 am ET | Updated May 25, 2011

Alexander McQueen, Death By Suicide

Only days after my article, "Suicide at Bobst," about my son Andrew Williamson-Noble's suicide at NYU's library, we learn that celebrated British fashion designer, Alexander McQueen, has taken his life. Reports say that he was found in his flat in London's Green Park, where he died by hanging himself.

It wasn't until my son's death in early November 2009, that I learned of what a pandemic suicide is. Yet no one talks about it. After I was interviewed by the New York Times on December 21, 2009, a development producer from L.A. called me:

"I read your story," she said. "And I want to help you raise awareness. I am going to pitch you to the Today Show, Oprah, Larry King Live and others."

Alas, everybody passed; nobody was interested in suicide.

A few days ago I wrote a piece on my own blog, foreverinvictus.com, lamenting that it would take a celebrity to commit suicide before the media took notice. Yet every year, what am I saying? Every day, every few minutes, some one dies by suicide.

I am deeply sorry that Alexander McQueen, young, talented, seemingly having everything, found that life was not worth living. I am sorry for the emotional pain that drove him to hang himself and for the physical pain he must have felt as he died, alone; with his fears, regrets, sadness or maybe numbness.

In my article of last week, I wrote that to look for happiness other than within ourselves is futile. Happiness that comes from the world outside is evanescent, short lived.
And when somebody as accomplished and as successful in his field as Alexander McQueen takes his own life, perhaps a few more of us will stop for a moment and ask why, and what can possibly be missing in such a life?

Well, I am going to stick my neck out and say, again, that unless we learn "who-we-really-are," whatever happiness we find will be shallow and short lived.

Dear Alexander McQueen, I didn't know you, nor did I have or wear any of your creations, may you rest in peace with my wonderful son and all the thousands upon thousands who die by suicide each year. And if I may, may your death serve as a beacon of light on the subject of suicide.