Thanks. My son committed suicide a bit over a year ago. I was in the room next to him. He did it very quietly. I was the one who found his body. Or our cat was. She kept trying to get into his room. I finally sought to help her and found him.

He was brilliant and a good person. No one ever had anything bad to say about him. I mean that literally. People liked him.

His life kind of stalled out. He was feeling his way back to normalcy, and then abruptly gave up. There were a lot of things I wish he had tried before he reached this point. Maybe writing things down and then symbolically burning them would have helped. Or psychedelics. Or just explicitly seeking help or accepting it when it was offered instead of just muddling through.

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