Yes. Each time I knew they were depressed. And suspected they might be suicidal. And watched over them the best I could and told others when applicable if I thought they needed someone to stay with them. Each time, I did everything I could realistically have done to be supportive and care about them and their physical, emotional, and mental health.
I'm always saddened by it. And I still miss them. But I also know there is nothing more that I could have done. I don't put the weight of being someone else's savior on my shoulders. I can't be someone's minder 24/7 either. I can't sacrifice myself for another again. I can't live someone else's life for them. I need my own life. I will help the best I am able to though
It affects me, by making me try to be kinder to others who may need extra kindness. It also taught me that you can't make someone all better. It's sad, because you want them to be happy and have a good life.
I would tell others that it's ok to miss them and to feel sad...but honor them by living well and treating others with kindness and love, and not growing depressed yourself.
