Abandoned Character
(he./him)
- Mar 24, 2023
- 269
I'll call him Jay. He is survived by his parents, brother, and many friends. He was 25. I am not surprised that he is dead. Jay frequently talked about his desire to kill himself and often asserted that he knew he would not live long. Jay would catastrophize and tear himself apart anytime he made a mistake, and there was never anything we could say that would help or change his thought process. He was adamant that his destructive view of himself was the correct one, or maybe he never cared to view things differently, or maybe something else that was precipitated by his haunting depression.
I wish he were alive. I wish he spent a little more time trying to figure things out. I wish his parents were more open to addressing the depression that plagued him.
I wish I saw him before he cbt. Maybe, if I took his mood seriously I could have been there and talked him out of it. The radiation of pain that his final decision will cause, is it worth the peace of his nonexistence? Perhaps it is, and I do wish him the best despite my own grief.
I don't really want to post this, but I do so for posterity, perhaps my future self would appreciate to see how I am immediately processing Jay's death. Typing these words feels serial, like I am reminding myself that my friend is no longer alive, I wonder when it will start feeling real?
I'll miss you Jay. I love you, and may you rest in peace.
I wish he were alive. I wish he spent a little more time trying to figure things out. I wish his parents were more open to addressing the depression that plagued him.
I wish I saw him before he cbt. Maybe, if I took his mood seriously I could have been there and talked him out of it. The radiation of pain that his final decision will cause, is it worth the peace of his nonexistence? Perhaps it is, and I do wish him the best despite my own grief.
I don't really want to post this, but I do so for posterity, perhaps my future self would appreciate to see how I am immediately processing Jay's death. Typing these words feels serial, like I am reminding myself that my friend is no longer alive, I wonder when it will start feeling real?
I'll miss you Jay. I love you, and may you rest in peace.