- Jan 6, 2019
I'm ashamed to admit this and am too scared to tell my therapist. But I think I drove a very depressed man to commit suicide. I can't go into details for forum rules. But he was very depressed and had a crush on me. He gave me his number and asked me to call him. I never did. He would compliment me on my strength, intelligence, and kindness. But I am neither of those. He always talked about how lonely and depressed he was. His parents passed away. His children disowned him. He had no friends in person. He said that he wished someone would call him. Then I had a falling out with him. He said something really mysoginist which made me feel even more inferior to men. In self defense I told him off. He looked so depressed and hurried out of the room like he didn't want to be caught crying. Then he died later that day, about only an hour after I told him off. I can't help but feel I'm responsible for his death. I was the last straw that made him kill himself. In a sense I killed a man. I feel so very guilty. Others have guilt but not the guilt of murder like me. I am so guilty. I wish I wouldn't have told him off. I can't ever forgive myself. I hope he okay in the after life. I just may go to Hell for this.