I found out on Thursday that a former co-worker committed suicide. I found out that the co-worker was battling through depression. The co-worker was 27 years old, just one year older than me.
We weren’t co-workers for a long time. I was on my way out anyway but we spent several months working together, sharing laughs, all that stuff. We weren’t real buddy buddy or anything, but we spent pretty much every day of the week together working on things.
This is the first time I have ever dealt with suicide personally. Even though we weren’t close, this still hits home to me. I don’t know what it is like to be in depression. I don’t know what it is like to truly consider and go with suicide.
I know I can’t fix anything now. I just don’t know how to handle it. Somebody, pretty much my age, was going through this and it’s done. It’s frightening.
Prayers to the family. And maybe God can also find a way to comfort me as well during this time. I just don’t know what to do.