A friend from school, of thirty years, had just ended his life.
I feel so helpless, and angry at myself, for not finding a way to help him.
He had tried before; I though he had turned a corner, with a new relationship and possible job.
I know, logically, nothing I could have said would have mattered, but I still feel such guilt.
At the same time, I can recognize that many others closer to him are hurting more, so I don't want to say anything