I have people IRL to reach out to about this but I feel compelled to post a cathartic anonymous blurb. I met this friend in a treatment center 3 years ago and we've sporadically kept in touch since then; he even visited me at school once. We hadn't talked in a while, but you end up getting super close with people you're in residential treatment with, especially over the course of 6 weeks. He texted me out of the blue a couple weeks ago saying he misses me and still has a cardigan I left there, and that we should catch up soon. I said that would be great and then we never caught up. Today I found out through a mutual friend that he ended his life. 

This is the second friend I've lost to suicide in the last year and a half. The first one was probably more traumatic—I was the last person to see her and I felt like I could have prevented it in a lot of ways—but this really, really hurts, especially after seeing him make so much progress. He had been diagnosed with BPD. 

It's so cliche to say this when something like this happens, but please don't end your life. I've been suicidal before and I'm so relieved my attempt didn't work and that I didn't go through with it the other times it weighed heavily on my mind. It's indescribably devastating to see a kind, talented 24-year-old end it so early on when things could have gotten better. There will always be someone who wants to see you alive.