I just found out my best friend died last night, only 37. Her parents found her this morning in bed cold, looked as though had gone in her sleep. They are doing an autopsy as we don't know if it was suicide or not. She had a brain aneurism 9 years ago, had epilepsy and ehlers danlos and had talked about suicide for over a year now. We were eachothers 'sponser' friend and whenever one had those thoughts we would talk it through and if all else failed we promised to only go together if we go. I keep thinking if it was suicide why didn't she call me? I have hardly anyone and she was the one person who rang me lots even after she had to go back home, I just can't believe she is gone. I keep hoping it was another aneurism and she would have not known anything about it, just gone to sleep.
I already felt weak and couldn't cope, it is just one thing after another and now I have lost such a wonderful person. Why is it the nice ones who go not the horrible people? It won't sink in
I already felt weak and couldn't cope, it is just one thing after another and now I have lost such a wonderful person. Why is it the nice ones who go not the horrible people? It won't sink in