I had a buddy of mine commit suicide four years ago this month. It surprised everyone, and I mean everyone - his wife,
kids, siblings, parents. Nobody knew the stress and sadness he was feeling.
At first, I remember thinking how selfish it was for him to do that to his wife and kids (his daughter found him). Then my thoughts turned to his emotional state, and I started to wonder just how bad it must’ve been for him to feel like the better alternative, and only alternative, was to end his life. How sad must he have been, and just how deep must his despair have been to think that was the best solution to his problems.
Yes, I still think it was selfish on his part, but my heart still aches for him and that he didn’t get the help he needed, and felt that he couldn’t get that help.