At nineteen suicide was the furthest thought from my mind, I knew my friend was in a really bad place, but with the optimism of youth, I thought everything would work out.
I have never blamed myself, his mother blamed me, but I was at least mature enough to realise that was all to do with her own guilt.
In a way it’s been very hard to forgive him, he left so much chaos behind, and it was probably years before I accepted that he was way beyond caring.
Good Morning Thursday 23rd April 2026


and everyone else.