Well, I got a call from a cousin that I haven't heard from in ages. He was not doing very well. I won't go into what the problems are. Not my place. He mentions suicide as a solution.
Me: Wiat a moment. You know I'm not the one to talk to about that.
Him: No. I'm talking to you because you won't try to talk me out of it.
Me: That's not entirely true. I will caution you to carefully consider the ramifications of your actions and the hurt you will cause others, and yourself should you survive the attempt.
Him: I will.
Me: Do you remember how you felt when (name withheld) offed himself? [a cousin in common]
Me; That's how everyone'll feel, except some will feel it worse about this than you felt about that. I don't condone the action. I would rather you didn't do it. But that's not my call. Everyone takes their own path.
Then we exchanged departing pleasantries. And based upon the esitmated timeline I recieved from my mother a couple days later, he consumed an over-dose level of drugs almost immediately after the phone call.
He survived. He's institutionalized. I have yet to speak with him since the incident.
I dislike life at times.