last night. He was a lovely man with a beautiful family. He had
recently had a terrible accident but he seemed to be doing so well...
I have never understood suicide or depression. Mental illness and
depression both run in my family, particularly the latter. My mothers
behaviour while I was young has no doubt manifested itself in me as a
desire to be as perfect as possible to avoid depression. The last
thing I want on this planet, is to be like her. I know many people who
have tried to kill themselves, including my boyfriend, but to me, life
is not only precious, but a challenge.
RIP Uncle B. May God have mercy on you.
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