I found out yesterday that a friend killed himself. He was in his late forties, very smart, seemed to have a lot going for him, though I knew he had suffered terribly. It’s always a shock, and sometimes it feels like I’ve amassed a pile of dead bodies in my life, way more than most people my age. That idea doesn’t mean I’m a victim, however.
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