This is really quite sad... My heart goes out to those who know people who have committed suicide...
I'm very fortunate, no one I know has died besides for my step-dad's dad's brother, and I wasn't even close to him... Can you believe, he died on Christmas Eve??!? That was absoloutely horrid for the people close to him, my parents didn't even get to give him his present! What was a happy ending to his life, was, the doctors allowed us to tube beer in his mouth, and he died saying something like 'Ahh, the good stuff', or something like that. He was apparently a lovely man. That happend 2 years ago.
To tell the truth, I went into a complete state of depression,
edit: not because of his death
although it was short-lasting and I personally didn't believe it to be depression. I became oh-so-very cynical, about life, about everything, I saw life had no point to it (which I recently wrote an essay slightly-based on that, and how simple life and the feelings in it are). I go to a private school, and I wanted to be rich (really rich), and get the best possible job- even owning a business, and get the best possible marks ever, and get 99.9 on my VCE (which is an Australian end-of-high school marking scheme, its the highest mark possible), and even have my OWN business.
Now, I honestly don't care about anything, in the time frame of two days, I don't care about owning my business, having a good job, being rich and getting good marks. Who cares? I saw (maybe I still do see) no point to life. I was being a bit stupid in the bath about 2 weeks ago, right before my brother's birthday (he's 10 now). I thought about drowning myself, and tried it..
It felt so wierd, it felt like life was draining out of me. I went to about 30 seconds, the point at which your air supply is completely finished and you begin dieing.
I knew I had to draw breath soon. I did, obviously. I got out, got dry, got dressed, and went out to see my brother, and my relatives, my mum's parents (lovely people, I'm really -and always have been- close to my grandma). As I clasped my grandpa's hand for shaking, feeling the warmth in his hand, the liveliness, my legs almost buckled. And by the time I went over to my grandma, and she kissed me, I almost cried. And when my brother's face lit up as he was given his presents, I punched myself for even thinking of killing myself on that particular night. I recall the smiles on everyone's faces, I can only imagine what would be replaced upon finding my dead body floating in the bath.
Right now I'm kinda on the verge of crying again, lol
Sorry to write all that, I didn't mean it, it kinda trailed off, and seeing as I know no-one who died or commited suicide, I had to kinda add a contribution.
BTW, this all has happened within 2 months.
Evolution is unconformity.