Yeah, shitty grammar. Sorry, got the HIV or something and currently somehow dripping in sweat while shaking from being cold.
Different people.
One, I was the last call they made, shortly before. I saw the call, didn't feel like talking and let it go to voicemail. Friend from the USAF.
My sister's husband was the knife. Went out to his favorite hiking spot and "fell" into a large hunting knife. They considered it an accident until the letter was found. Found he had a brain tumor and believe it caused mental issues. He'd been super paranoid a few weeks before, stuff like power outlets were spying on him, etc.
I didn't know anything about this until after. Just knew he'd taken medical leave. Didn't know him super well, only met a couple times, but still... and of course it absolutely destroyed my sister.
Have been to the point of gun in hand myself, not a good place to be. No hood way to explain other than feeling like that's the only way things will be better.
Only thing that stopped me was knowing what it'd do to others, and fear it wouldn't work/pain.