My dearest best friend over the past ten years has struggled on and off with severe depression, as have I.
She finally lost all hope and took her life late last night. Apart from my grief for her, I am shocked at myself for feeling so selfishly about myself at a time like this. She was always the stronger out of the two of us, yet if she can't find the will to keep fighting, then what hope do I have?
But as I say, I can't believe I'm even thinking that (what kind of a friend does that make me?) when I should be thinking of her DP and darling DD.
No idea what I'm trying to say here 