Today was a good day, the kind of good that I have now, and I went to eat with gus family, its fucking weird to be in his room, and with his family, he has a nice family, and it makes me sad for all the things we could have had and been and his mom agrees, but realistically gus wasn’t letting himself or us have any of that anyways. Things were hard, and we failed to figure them out, maybe there were no answers, and he didn’t trust a doctor, or drugs, and I don’t think was aware ,because I wasn’t even aware of psychotic depression, and these intense moments are so normal for me because of my own family, and so while I worried relentlessly about him, I didn’t quite understand what that worry was holding on to. I know I didn’t tie him up, but I don’t think that had to happen, I really don’t, I just felt like I was unprepared. maybe a month before he died I went to a therapist (free help took a couple weeks to even get in) it was about my situation and I needed some guidance, her focus wasn’t where I needed it to be because of the reason I was even given a therapist which I’m not comfortable disclosing, but she did ask if he ever mentioned suicide, or threatened his own life, which I said yes he has a couple times but he said he wont do it and I trust him, and It was a confident answer. She didn’t question it further, she didn’t seem alarmed. I doubt this would have changed anything but I wish she had pressed further and made me aware of the symptoms and asked me more about his symptoms, and weather or not I had the right answers at that time, I’m not sure, because again so blinded by my own optimism. I can say that wont happen again, and I can say I don’t want to be near anyone anymore.