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Hate to be a faggot but SpaceEdge’s text to pat today kinda triggered some thoughts lol.
In about one month it will be exactly one year since I lost one of my close friends to suicide. I had lost frequent touch with him a couple of years ago but we still checked in every once in a while.
He got kicked out of college a few years back because his grades were shit and decided to go back to finish last fall. I knew that he had been on all kinds of drugs which I guess was a warning sign but every time I saw him he seemed OK to me. He had also reported that he had a psychotic reaction to some drug and had to be sent to a psych ward for a couple of weeks.
Growing up his (Asian) parents were ridiculously tough on him. Never told him that they loved him, always called him a fuckup, and basically treated him like a pile of shit. They frequently forgot his birthday and were never around to care for him. I never actually knew this until after high school, when he told me everything. He always seemed happy, cheerful and he was fucking hilarious.
Long story short he killed himself last November and since then I’ve had this strange feeling that’s been lurking over me. It’s gotten easier to deal with but sometimes I’ll have some crazy vivid dreams where I see him and it wakes me up feeling kind of shaken. Sometimes I’ll just be minding my own business and then I’ll have a flashback to high school when we’d used to hang out and do stupid shit, and it fills me with a great amount of sadness.
I went to his wake and that was the last time I saw him. I don’t want to say I’m “scared” to go but I just feel like there’s something very strong keeping me from going to visit him.
In about one month it will be exactly one year since I lost one of my close friends to suicide. I had lost frequent touch with him a couple of years ago but we still checked in every once in a while.
He got kicked out of college a few years back because his grades were shit and decided to go back to finish last fall. I knew that he had been on all kinds of drugs which I guess was a warning sign but every time I saw him he seemed OK to me. He had also reported that he had a psychotic reaction to some drug and had to be sent to a psych ward for a couple of weeks.
Growing up his (Asian) parents were ridiculously tough on him. Never told him that they loved him, always called him a fuckup, and basically treated him like a pile of shit. They frequently forgot his birthday and were never around to care for him. I never actually knew this until after high school, when he told me everything. He always seemed happy, cheerful and he was fucking hilarious.
Long story short he killed himself last November and since then I’ve had this strange feeling that’s been lurking over me. It’s gotten easier to deal with but sometimes I’ll have some crazy vivid dreams where I see him and it wakes me up feeling kind of shaken. Sometimes I’ll just be minding my own business and then I’ll have a flashback to high school when we’d used to hang out and do stupid shit, and it fills me with a great amount of sadness.
I went to his wake and that was the last time I saw him. I don’t want to say I’m “scared” to go but I just feel like there’s something very strong keeping me from going to visit him.