I really must defend him in some way.
Several years ago, my husband’s cousin committed suicide by walking in front of a train. The shock to family and friends was profound as he was in the prime of his life and seemingly a very successful and happy man.
After his death, family began discovering that he was having difficulty sleeping and had seen a doctor for a prescription of Ambien.
The drug is safe if taken correctly though there are side effects, one of which is thoughts of suicide. It clearly says that if this occurs, one should tell their doctor and cease taking it immediately.
It is possible that this young man could have been the victim of something like this. Please don’t be so quick to judge.
May God have mercy on his soul, and may his family have the love and support they need to get through this.
We all walk that lonesome valley. For some of us, perhaps a lot, it is a very long, hard journey.
A decade or so ago a very good friend of mine killed himself. He kept a running log as he died. His first attempt - drugs - failed and he turned to a shotgun.
All the warning signs were there. He gave things away. Told us that if he hadn't made it BIG by the time he was 40 it would be best to end it and start over again.
He was at my house as well as with a few other friends a couple of days before and talked about how the best way to commit suicide was to do it in the way that would most impact those left behind.
We talked about it but chalked it up to his "personality" and blunt ways.
All his friends knew he had problems with the ladies (not really, he just saw it that way), health and maybe finances. However he was a strong fellow...someone we all looked up to. We all kept in touch with him daily...involved him in everything we did, but he apparently still felt alone.
From what we gather he got a poor prognosis from a doctor.
It was a community picnic day but he didn't want to go...claimed he wanted to plan for our annual Summer get together at his rural house.
When my wife, kids and I got home around 11pm there was a letter with sealing wax - one of his trademarks. The letter was obscure and dark. The phone message machine was jammed. We all knew there had been a problem.
I was the closest so I went. The police were there. I was the first friend/relative in. It was not pleasant.
He had a bottle of scotch on the table with glasses and notes. There was a plastic sheet in the living room. What was left of him was upstairs in the bathtub.
I am not going to be graphic. It was NOT pleasant.
Some of us still can't come to grips with it.
It could have been mental or physical health or something else.
We aren't judging him, but what he did was wrong, especially in such a way that so many of his friends were left scared.
Most of all it was a wrong against The Creator.