Mental illness is a terrible thing. No one can see your pain or really understand the inability to get your life in order. A young man suffered for many years, unable to live up to what he thought others felt he should do, immobilized by his invisible illness. He is now at peace.
I shed tears in his memory with thoughts of the days when he smiled and opened his heart to others. He was a gentle soul to others and a tortured soul to himself. And always the question, "What else could I have done?" despite knowing none of us can do more than our best, including him.