Suicide, as a military veteran, has taken so much from me—but I completely understand from his last letter where he was coming from.
I've vowed in a 75 mile radius, that I'll be there in an hour (all I can do), to talk anyone through the night or day with no questions asked.
If I physically can't get there due to many geographical restraints, I will be there on the phone with you until we can conclude that another day is worth living, or, I'll be your ear; I'll be anything you need for as long as I can out last you in the sense that you peacefully go to bed and give up the idea of suicide or talk you into finding the aide that you need, and see it through to the end, and will even go as far as helping you with some medical bills for the first step in many to recovery.
I don't want to make this about myself, but someone very close to me, and was always the life of the party, decided his fate and shocked me as the "call for help" was about a day before. He asked me to come, but round trip it was $300 when I had nothing to my name besides a bed and a roof over my head. That makes me question myself, every single day, 11 years later, whether I could've prevented it with a small loan.
If you are feeling blue, Veteran or not, inbox me and we'll figure something out together. There is always someone there that cares when the light goes out. It does haunt the ones closest, for a long long time, and annoying as it may be: once I learn your Veteran status, I will follow up with you.
RIP Liam and I hope you found what you're looking for. Prayers to everyone close to him to help them get through, never forgetting, and like me, always there to help someone else.
A takeaway to everyone who made it this far: Make it a priority to start and end your day with a compliment to someone about anything or ask them how they're doing, even if they're a complete stranger to you.