Another One Gone.

I lost a friend this past week.  An old friend who I had lost touch with over the years, but a big part of my adolesence nonetheless.  I wasn't close with him anymore, but I couldn't hold back the tears during his memorial service.  He died of an overdose.  Of course I was angry that he did that to himself, and he was just 27 years old.  But his mother got up and spoke of his depression, and his hospitalizations, and for anyone with depression to please get help...and this struck a chord with me.  I lost it.  He DID commit suicide.  Another person with an illness along the lines of my own has lost their life by their own hands.  It's just so horrible to think of what depression and mental illness to do to someone...how drugs and alcohol get intertwined sometimes with medications, and how even though you know it's wrong, and it's dangerous, you do it anyway....probably thinking that nothing will ever kill you b/c you're so miserable that God wouldn't do you the favor.  Ugghh...I don't know.  I'm just so very upset that his life ended that way.