Guy killed himself down the street

There were flashing lights and ambulances all over, and everyone’s first assumption was that the older man living there had expired. But then everyone saw him and his wife emerge from the house. Then the stretcher with a body completely covered. It was pretty easy to guess by the small size of the body, it was the young boy (their grandson I think).

Facts and rumors came out that he had been struggling with depression for a long time, and he had recently switched meds. Suicide, yes, but everyone immediately blamed it on the meds. Like they wouldn’t admit that maybe the kid just reached the limit, made a sober choice, and killed himself while fully knowing what he was doing.

Instead everyone started blaming the meds, the doctor, etc.

I don’t think a pill ever made anyone want to kill themself. A pill, or a shot of whiskey, make it easier to go through with it, but in the end the decision to commit suicide comes from something deep inside us. I don’t feel bad for the boy. He made a choice and succeeded. I think he’s better off now than he was before.

These are just my thoughts, coming from someone who has that dark suicidal pit inside me. It will never go away.