My hunting buddy took his life last year. It hurt me so bad. I knew suicide happened, but to other people and their friends, never mine. It hit me like a pile of rocks. I still struggle to understand how her got there. It hurts so bad that he didn't call me that night. I miss him so much. It's not fair. I don't think I'll ever understand. I don't think I'll ever get over the loss. He was like my brother....no, he was my brother. I'll never get to see him again in this life and that's not okay.
If you need help please seek it, please don't be afraid. Those of us left behind would do ANYTHING to change your decision after its too late.
YOU ARE LOVED, I SWEAR TO GOD, YOU WILL BE MISSE SO BAD.
After his suicide I just googled "suicide prevention" so I could learn more and be ready to help. One thing led to another, I was down the rabbit hole and I found this video. My wife don't understand why I listen to it, but that's okay. I'm a strange way it helped open my eyes that this is a common feeling and I'm happy people are doing everything they can to help, including sharing their own private HELL in an effort to show others "it happens, you are NOT weak and you can get through this and be great once again"