Cracked, feel free to delete this if it's too intense.
Last night while I was out at a bar, a very close friend texted me to say his best friend took his life.
I'm left reeling. His friend was bipolar and struggled with addiction. I can't begin to say how deeply this has affected me. I didn't know him but I pray in my atheist way for him. I wish I could have been there for him. I cry for my friend, for his friend and his family. For the world. I hate this disorder. I hate that it does this.