A former colleague took his own life yesterday. I can't say we were friends; while we had worked together for a couple years, we were just getting to know each other better when he left for another employer about 18 months ago. I do know that he told me he was as happy at that time as he had been.
I don't understand what it is in life that makes one feel that ending it is the only solution. I have never understood. What I do know is that he left behind people much closer to him than I who wonder why and will always wonder what they could have done.