If so, how did you/are you dealing with it, both in terms of when it happened vs. now (however much time has passed)? Is it something that still affects you? How do you feel now about the person, and their choice? Did you know that they were coming to the decision? If so, did you say anything to them (and if so, what)? What would you tell someone else thinking of suicide?

I realize this is a personal and troubling question, so I apologize in advance if anyone is offended by it. I also realize that this is a video game forum and that this topic may not be appropriate. If that is the case, I ask the GOG staff to lock the thread. The only reason I ask it here is because even though many people here share the same recreational habits, a lot of us come from different cultures and social classes, which I think would allow for varied points of feedback on the topic.

Why are you interested in this?

I know two people who have killed themselves. One I didn't know that he had any problems and one I knew his life was completely messed up.

How did I deal with it? I don't know I just did. I do wonder how they could do it but I wonder what their souls/minds are doing now.

With out going into any great details, I have lost several people in my life due to such actions, both intended, and not. It wasn't easy, and it still isn't in some cases. While I do support euthanasia, these cases were not as such.

I get the feeling you have lost someone recently, and if that is the case I am very sorry to hear that. Time does heal all wounds; some wounds take longer than others, but eventually things will get better. I know it may not seem that way now, but trust me on this.

If that isn't the case, sorry for the assumption. To anyone who has lost someone, or thinks about taking that very drastic step; it is a very painful experience, and it is one I wish on no one at any point, no matter who said person may be.

I know someone who killed himself last month. I was just wondering how others feel affected by it, and how they deal with it.

I lost two friends like that, last year.... one was very close...

I had a friend who killed himself a few years ago.
I gotta go to work right now but I'll probably elaborate later

Yup, my uncle. I don't talk with him much since.

Several, but none of them were super-close. It's a terrible shame, really, but I can't really give much wisdom here. Everybody grieves differently, and every suicide is different. In my case I think that what they did was a mistake, but I can't really hold it against them. (What would be the point of that, anyway?) Everyone has to live their own life.

my aunt claims that he sometimes haunts her house, but I haven't seen him around lately.

I've never known anyone who took their life.

In some instances I can understand, however, like those who suffer severe ongoing pain that cannot be cured - Such as back injury.

I feel that if one cannot lead a productive life, then they should at least be able to enjoy a comfortable life. If instead each day is trying to block pain from one's mind, then it is not fair to expect them to carry on suffering.

In the instance of psychological illness, I can only suggest that it is much more entertaining to snap on a set of balls, grin and charge head on into what is causing one disturbance and anxiety - You're insured a much more interesting life than what most get and you'll learn a whole more by doing so.

Only attempts.

A kid I tutored way back when I was in university (he was in grade 10) killed himself. I was shocked, as I had no idea he was having personal problems.

My parents were nodding acquaintances with his mother, so we tried to support her as best we could (along with many other people). In the end, I think that's the best way to deal with it: Help those left behind.

A family member tried to commit suicide some years ago. Most unsuccessful attempts at suicide are really cries for help, and this was no exception. Turns out this family member had undiagnosed Bipolar Mood Disorder for years. Now, I'm happy to say they're doing much better after therapy and the right mix of meds.

Reminds me of my girlfriend's grandfather. I know him only from her stories but just hearing about him is always incredibly inspiring to me. He lost both his legs, to diabetes IIRC, when he was about seventy. A truly proud and tough guy. Instead of feeling sorry for himself he learned walking on two artificial legs (and not the scifi high tech kind). All he needed was crutches and a strong will. Of course one can be worse off, being fully paralyzed etc. but heck, that guy would have also learned to deal with that, to be happy and proud despite all that. People just tend to give up too easily, no matter whether they are sick or not.