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"So... I lost my second son last week. The first was lost to an avalanche, the second to suicide. Nathaniel had struggled with depression most of his life. He was 33 years old. I'm not posting this because I'm looking for sympathy. I'm actually looking for something else. I know this might seem strange to someone who has never had to deal with a mentally ill person before, but I have been mourning Nate's loss for two decades now and I have finished the process. There had been so many suicide attempts, so many bloody traumas, and so many failed efforts to get him help, that I had already resigned myself to this possibility. At first, his depression was accompanied by rebellion but after all the damage had been done, Nate came to me one day and said, "I'm sorry, Dad. I've dug such a deep hole for myself and I don't know how I can ever recover." He was contrite and endearing and we were able to talk about deeper things even though the brooding re