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Even with my olanzapine kicking in, I still can't sleep. I'm thinking about a childhood friend of mine. Someone who was my friend when I didn't have anybody else. Someone who everyone knew was going places in life. I found out yesterday that he took his life last month. I can't stop thinking about him. My memories of early childhood are foggy and fragmented, to say the least. I do remember some things, though. Mostly just us playing wrestling and other stuff. I'm trying to remember his features and his voice. I'm trying but it's so out of reach. I hadn't spoken to him or his family in years, and still, I can't wrap my head around all of this.
I also can't sleep with my mom in the hospital. She's looking a lot better than when she was admitted yesterday. They're fixing her up and she should be good to go home tomorrow. I don't know if any of you remember the thread I posted a week or so ago (linked at the bottom if you want more detail). It was about how I had to die for the people I love to live. And not in a figurative/metaphorical way. It's pretty literal. Well, those thoughts are back. They're strong. And they won't shut up. With my childhood friend passing, it's only making everything more intense. It's my job to take care of my family. What if my mind's right? What if me being alive is killing the people I love? https://forums.psychcentral.com/depr...hing-else.html
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Thanks for being here, Hoping. You're a good friend.
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