I was devastated when Kurt Cobain died. I was only 17 and he was my hero. Back then I didn't know about his or my diagnosis but I knew he and I suffered deeply so I felt an affinity with him. His music greatly comforted me and brought me joy to so the thought of no more such music was very sad. I think about Kurt still most days. Oddly, I miss him and wish he were still around making great music and or other art and most of all enjoying his life and child. Makes it clear that suicide is never the answer.