He committed suicide. I'm pretty upset about it and really worried about my friends.

He was dealing with schizophrenia and major depression. I'm not mad at him, but I wish that he could have found help.

I feel a bit guilty. I know its not my fault, but I feel bad because we always talked about how we both struggled with mental health and that we appreciated talking to each other because we "get it". the last time I saw him, I left early with a woman friend because we were having a hard time and wanted to talk to each other because we both "get it". I feel like I ostracized him.

This is the third suicide attempt of someone I know this year. Two people were successful. I have a bi polar disorder, which scares me because I know that a lot of people with it attempt suicide. I'm scared that I will do something like this one day. I've never been suicidal, but it's scary to think that I may one day not be as stable as I am.