First of all.
SnS/Chris - I'm so sorry, i never heard about it til now. I don't really know what else to say. To others all i can say is that Andy was (outwardly) a friendly, easygoing bloke who was fun to be around.
As for the rest, this thread has been somewhat cathartic for me. This last year has been an absolute shitter and i've reached the point where i'm idly contemplating suicide on a daily basis. I think i know deep down that i won't actually go through with it but as someone else said, the thought of not waking up tomorrow is welcoming in a strange kind of way.
I'm understanding of the mindset, the thoughts/feelings/reactions of my friends & family are irrelevant to me because i feel so low & alone that i'm completely detached from them even if i am in the same room.
I went to to doc's earlier in the year & was given the happy pills, came off them because of the side effects and never went back to him. For all his concern about depression it seemed as though i was being told "take these pills & **** off".
It's strange, i've reached 42yrs of age and looking around at my life there is nothing worthwhile about it.
I'm unmarried, extremely unlikely to have the family i've amazingly started to crave, unemployed with absolutely no transferable skills & living alone in a house with my cats. I think i've turned into the male version of the creepy old cat lady of popular myth.
My friend has cancer & everytime i speak with her i wish i could take her place, she has a son and a worthwhile life.
I understand why people don't speak out, my friends have all got their own crap to deal with so why dump more on them?
What a miserable post.

