Don't need words of sympathy. I know many of us experience suicidal thoughts regularly, even if we KNOW we won't act on them. He KNEW this too. Until one night he drank too much and his inhibitions left. I know he's somewhere feeling sheepish, wishing he didn't. 

I went to the funerals, 70+ in attendance, most of us in our twenties. He was so well loved.

I heard a father wailing. And held my friends. And cried in the arms of them. And completely spiraled for months like many others.

Two years later? Reduced to Instagram posts and a beer in memoriam. 

It is never worth it. You have love and support around you even if you don't see it.

I encourage you to join mental health nonprofits as a volunteer if you can. It helps you as well as the community. Tomorrow is my birthday. That can be a lil gift.

Love yall.