Rambling ahead:
I've written about this topic in past threads but my feelings haven't changed all that much. It's sad. It is a quiet kind of sadness...the sort where you let out a hollow "oh" whenever you cross a late member's post. To think that the the person who wrote those words - often times their rich personality would just bleed through their words - was once alive and now they are not. It hurts to know that they were in so much pain and that they honestly believed that suicide was their only recourse. I don't know about anyone else, but I always got the impression, when reading their stories, that they desperately worked toward CTB in a way that felt like they were fighting for their lives. I'm not angry or anything like that. I never wanted anyone to suffer for the sake of my feelings but I also feel guilty for not following sooner...It's so strange.