One of the young lads who has worked for me and DH for 5 years has tried to commit suicide this morning. Fortunately he is ok but we are very shook up about it he has none of his own family locally so he has pretty much become an extended part of the family.
He didn’t turn in for work this morning so DH rang him for his neighbour to answer the phone who saw him through his window on the floor covered in blood and rang an ambulance.
We have told he will be OK but may need sectioning because his mental health isn’t hood. We knew he was struggling because he broke up with his girlfriend not long ago but he insisted he didn’t need anymore help for us. I can’t help but feel guilty.
DH is still working, says he needs some space. I’m sat in the house and keep bursting into tears (PG hormones not helping I suspect)
I just need a hug.