First, some background...I have known this guy for just over 3 years. We've only recently gotten close, he is actually my roommate now. He's a writer, mostly poetry, and keeps a journal. We spoke briefly last night about how public his writings were. I have been resisting the temptations to enjoy his brilliant literary works, because I want to have his permission before I read them. But last night he told me he writes professionally, with the intention (or at least hope) of being published, so he wouldn't have minded if I'd snuck a peek--he doesn't bother to keep them in a safe place, after all. I told him I figured at least his journal entries were private, but he disagreed. He did add, though, that I prob wouldn't want to read them anyway. After I asked, he explained that he writes depressing things about death.
So he's been at work tonight, and I read his journal. I still don't know if it was right or not, but now I understand what he meant about writing about death. He is depressed and often writes about his desire to kill himself. I think I should do something, but what?
The worst part is, my younger cousin just recently commited suicide my od'ing on caffiene(sp?) pills. We're all (my family) still horribly upset by this. My roommate's journal started months ago, and as I neared the part about him getting professional treatment, I was really hoping he'd began to get over his depression, or at least lessen the suicidal thoughts. His last entry, the only one he's made since he moved in about 2 months ago, began with trivial things, like that he owed me $$ for groceries and music he'd been listening to, etc. The last sentence was that he had a new way to die--caffeine pills.
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So he's been at work tonight, and I read his journal. I still don't know if it was right or not, but now I understand what he meant about writing about death. He is depressed and often writes about his desire to kill himself. I think I should do something, but what?
The worst part is, my younger cousin just recently commited suicide my od'ing on caffiene(sp?) pills. We're all (my family) still horribly upset by this. My roommate's journal started months ago, and as I neared the part about him getting professional treatment, I was really hoping he'd began to get over his depression, or at least lessen the suicidal thoughts. His last entry, the only one he's made since he moved in about 2 months ago, began with trivial things, like that he owed me $$ for groceries and music he'd been listening to, etc. The last sentence was that he had a new way to die--caffeine pills.
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