This is not about me, but my tenant in my old home. He has bipolar and manic depression but his mum lives a few doors down and his brother round the corner, so his whole support network is close by.
We've just completed the first year and it's gone well, he's a good tenant looks after the house and even though he has had struggles with his condition at times, changes in meds etc have stabalised him. So we've just signed a new 1 yr tenancy and in some small way I felt good in helping his situation, by providing a stable home near to his family that he could have for as long as he wanted.
Wednesday I get a call from my agent and he's just been told that my tenant is dead...and reading between the lines we think it was suicide.
This has hit me really hard, as someone who has suffered severe depression thoughout my life (though thankfully I haven't had a bad episode for ~15 yrs now) I know what state he must have been in to do this, I've looked over the edge and stared into the abyss many times and the thought he was like that, in the same place I have been (mentally and literally) has brought it home and is tearing me up.
It's similar to when I hear about people my age (50's) commiting suicide, it just brings it home that it never leaves you and even though I feel like I've defeated it, it's always there lurking in the background and it's like the fight against terrorism, you have to defeat it every time, but it only has to win once.
Stay strong everyone, it's never as bad as your depression is telling you it is, even if it totally feels like it.