[steferson]

My uncle hanged himself after years being an alcoholic, the alcohol destroyed his family and pushed him away from everybody. Near the end of it all he was acting delusional, lying to his bar friends about how good his life was, just stright up making stuff up, like having a huge barbecue in his non existant farm, or so I heard through my dad. He killed himself between christmas and new year. His son spent christmas in my house, and I had the idea to go visit him, and days later he killed himself. For the longest time I blamed myself, I kept thoughts like "maybe if I had gone...", I kept believing that maybe the wanting to go see him was God's way to stop the tragedy from happening. I no longer blame myself, though I do wonder if having gone there would have changed anything.

Anyway, powerful blog post