One of my best friends took his own life in October of last year. He was someone I trusted, cared about and spent a lot of time with. When he died, a part of me died. I have not been the same since.
He lived in South Florida and I live in the north. He went to a university not far from my hometown and I would go visit him often. Then we stopped talking as much when I was dating my ex; he cut me off from all friends and family, especially any male ones. Then he wouldn't allow me to go to the funeral, saying "you're not the only one who's lost a friend, don't be selfish and leave me here" and "all funerals are is to gather and share memories, you don't need to do that."
I keep harboring feelings of guilt and remorse... he told me once that he felt suicidal, and I never told anyone, because I didn't think he would actually do it. I can't seem to let go of these feelings, wondering if I had broke up with my ex sooner, started talking to him again, maybe if he would still be here... when I called his mother to offer my condolences she said that he needed that female support from me, and to not lose touch, but he didn't want to bother since I was in a serious relationship. That literally broke my heart further. It makes me sick to think that I allowed a man to control me to that degree, and one of my friends died because he was hurting. I wasn't there for him like I should have been.
This is a really tough time for all of us that knew him... his birthday is tomorrow. He would be 22.