Last week a man I am friends with on Facebook took his own life.
We had never met in person. There was some confusion as to who added who and why. (We had school friends in common). He messaged me one day when he was working and travelling in another country, full of compliments and trying to get me to go over. I told him I couldn’t but agreed to a date for one day in the future when he came back.
We texted back and forth for a few weeks before it tailed off. We remained connected on Facebook but didn’t interact at all. A few weeks later he met a lady who he went on to marry.
Together they travelled the world and went to the most far flung places. They always looked so happy and gushed about each other and how they couldn’t think of anyone else they could be happier to spend 24/7 with.
Comments from his friends and family all say how shocked they are, how he was always so happy and upbeat. He really REALLY lived his life to the max.
Since finding out about his death I cannot stop thinking about him. I didn’t know the guy and I feel so so sad and also gutted for his wife. How could someone so full of life see no other alternative other than to take his own.
I am so confused by my own feelings. And because I didn’t know him I feel that I have no right to feel affected. I keep zoning out and crying.
Can anyone make any sense of this for me? It feels so self indulgent.