i am very sorry for your loss. i am greatful however to have found this post because i recently had a very similar experience and have yet to find anyone who knows what ive been dealing with. you are the closest i have seen yet. my best friend whom ive known since i was in kindergarten shot himself in the head less than a foot in front of my face as i was looking into his eyes. as a kid i always thought as close as we were we would grow up and get married but as we got older i looked at him as nothing more than my greatest friend, he on the other hand never got the idea out of his head. he loved me like ive never known any body to love me. strangers know who i am because he would talk about me so much i have learned. anyway... the messed up thing is we were both black out drunk at his house after a long new years eve night. i dont remember much but i remember we were play fighting and he accidentally pushed me and my head hit the brick wall. i vaguely remember purposely trying to make him feel bad, i have no idea why and then i dont remember anything for a few hours but we must have continued to argue, something in which we had never done, because when i came out of my blacked out state of mind he said why dont you just leave then? his voice cracked when he said it even, i know he felt bad even saying it. he was still blacked out drunk unfortunately. i said fine and i walked out the door only to realize i had left my coat phone keys and everything else in a friends car earlier so i walked back inside to see him sitting down with a gun in his hand. knowing him as well as i do i know he wasnt planning on anything he was just really drunk and probably playing with it as we stupidly did all the time... but he was very distressed, probably from feeling as bad as he did for us arguing and him yelling at me and whatever other demons were bothering him at the time. being as drunk as i was and the smart ass i now wish i wasnt, i told him "oh yea thats real smart... lets play with a gun while we're shitfaced. hey why dont we play russian roulette while we're at it too?!" without saying anything he angrily unloaded the gun to all but one bullet and i rebuttled in anger as "oh we're really gonna do this? so fucking smart... ill go first then!" and he handed me the gun which i know he would NEVER in his right mind do so i got even angrier and put the gun up to my head and almost squeezed the trigger but for some reason said kyle this is stupid, im not gonna shoot myself like a fucking idiot and before i finished my sentence he grabbed the gun out of my hand and shot himself. i know it happened so quickly but as im sure you could relate, i saw every milisecond of what was going on as if it was minutes long. apparently he had forgotten to spin the revolver which in my state i hadnt noticed either, and when he took the gun i looked into his eyes while trying to scream no and he had a look in his eyes of "fine then ill do it!" just being an asshole to me and as soon as the gun went off his eyes turned from shock to just gone. dead. we stood there for what i thought was minutes but i know it wasnt before his blood started flooding out his body, his knees buckled and he fell on the floor with me. to make it worse we were in his parents house and they ran down the stairs to see him dead and bleeding on the ground. i was screaming so much in my head but i couldnt make any sound. ill never forget his mothers screams, or the way he looked, or the deafness and ringing, or the blood everywhere. the police didnt make it much better by saying wheres the fuckin idiot at when they arrived. he was 11 days short of his 22nd birthday. hes the only person who ever really understood me fully and truly since my grama, whom raised me, died when i was 12. i am completely lost and terrified and dont know what to do anymore. i KNOW its been a year and a couple months now but in my head it still just happened a week ago. i tried going to a therapist and although i liked her very much there was nothing she could do for me. she gave me hope which meant all the world at the time. hope that i would be okay i guess but its just hope, not affirmation. she tried to make me do EMDR which didnt work for me because as she told me i have been dealing with trauma since the day i was born and id have to work through all my emotions and experiences from my entire life before i could process this and considering i learned at a very young age not to feel emotions, it wasnt doing me any good and i stopped going to therapy. i have to pretend every day that im ok and pretend nothing ever happened because no one understands but its haunts me every day and still to this day has not become real in my head. i dont know what to do anymore. therapy didnt help, antidepressants barely helped and im just lost without him. not to mention my entire life changed after that moment. i didnt see the people i used to hang out with anymore, in fact they pretty much shunned me but i think they just dont know how to deal with it themselves or act towards me, the places i hung out at disappeared since i was always at these places with him and found it too depressing to be there anymore. i feel like in an instant something so insensible happened and i then bam i was leading a completely different life. ill stop now as i can ramble about him and my problems for hours on end but i just dont know what to do or if ill ever get rid of this ptsd bullshit i gotta deal with. i wonder if itll ever even become real to me that this happened. and then i worry about how i will react if it does.
anyway.. it feels good to talk about things since i never do and im sure you never do either. hence the reason we have found ourselves in this forum. i dont know if anyone else can help us heal but i know it eases the mind even for a moment to just type it out so if you ever would like to message me and talk im here. thanks for reading what i had to say as well.