I’m still wondering if there was more I could’ve done to help them. It’s something I feel guilt about. Could I have done more to help ease their pain or was I helpless?
They were too kind for this world. They felt things so deeply. They took things so hard. They hurt hard. But they loved hard all the same. They were a shining light and even though that light has gone out, the world is brighter for having them in it for that brief time.
It’s a tragedy that there is truly no one to blame for. Mental health and depression are difficult things to treat. Treatments are still imperfect and everyone is different.
One thing I would like to say is I hope none of their friends blame themselves for what happened. I believe they were fighting a battle inside that only they knew the full extent of. I get the feeling looking back on our talks that they even hid things from me and we were close.