In the past I really never have wanted nor needed to think about this topic (don't get scared it is not me). I always thought that suicide was the most selfish thing a person could do. The easy way out, if you know what I mean. Well, in my life I have very few close, close friends. So the ones that I have I hold close. Don't get me wrong, I have a ton of friends on this board alone, but how many people can you say are your best friends.
Well one of my friends (Mr.X) came by the house Sunday night and watched movies with me, my wife, and the dogs. He has been having issues in his life that seemed to be compounding. Everything from money to health, and then his wife of 20 years gave him reason to believe she was cheating on him (thier 20th anniversary is this friday). So needless to say, he turned to his friends. His wife was avoiding him and he needed a breather. After he left my house he called one of our friends and talked to him on his way home. We thought everything was cool. WRONG!!!!!
Our friend that he called on his way home from my house went by Monday morning after Mr. X's wife and kids were gone. Our friend walked in to find that he popped enough pills to kill an elephant.
This along with his diabetes didn't go over well. So after a full 35 hours in ICU they transferred him out to take psych tests and he is checking into a psych hospital today, voluntarily.
My whole point is that on one hand I feel as if I did not do enough, but on the other hand it makes me mad as hell that he had the balls to try to take the easy way out.
Sorry for the long post, but I can't talk about this since no one knows why he is in the hospital. Everyone besides about 4 of us and his wife thinks he is in for diabetic issues.
Ok, I am done.
Well one of my friends (Mr.X) came by the house Sunday night and watched movies with me, my wife, and the dogs. He has been having issues in his life that seemed to be compounding. Everything from money to health, and then his wife of 20 years gave him reason to believe she was cheating on him (thier 20th anniversary is this friday). So needless to say, he turned to his friends. His wife was avoiding him and he needed a breather. After he left my house he called one of our friends and talked to him on his way home. We thought everything was cool. WRONG!!!!!
Our friend that he called on his way home from my house went by Monday morning after Mr. X's wife and kids were gone. Our friend walked in to find that he popped enough pills to kill an elephant.
My whole point is that on one hand I feel as if I did not do enough, but on the other hand it makes me mad as hell that he had the balls to try to take the easy way out.
Sorry for the long post, but I can't talk about this since no one knows why he is in the hospital. Everyone besides about 4 of us and his wife thinks he is in for diabetic issues.
Ok, I am done.