So I found out today that my childhood best friend's husband committed suicide yesterday. He was having some issues attempting to wean off of Klonopin, and was in an in-patient treatment program. He had a breakdown during therapy yesterday, and flipped out... when they found him, he had hung himself.
She spoke with the doctors at the treatment center & they told her that it was in no way "him" that killed himself... it was the drugs. Klonopin is worse to detox from than heroin, and he has been on it for years & years... he had a terrible childhood, and had PTSD from whatever happened to him (I don't know all the details).
They have two little girls, one just turned four on Friday, the other was born in September. She had to make the decision whether to have him creamated, or embalmed & flown back to NJ where they live, and she said "I have to hold him one more time."
Luckily, she was in Maine with her family when it happened. So she was surrounded by everyone, and has had plenty of help with the girls. They are meeting with a grief counselor when they get back to NJ, who will help them tell the 4-year-old.
I am so distraught, shocked, upset... He was such a wonderful human being, and husband, and father. I texted her, but didn't expect that she would respond. I HAVE to find a way to go to the services, whenever they are.
Anyway, I could just use a big internet hug right now.
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