My closest friend of student days died last month, by poison. This is how I personally knew her, as a friend. She was exuberant, yet very vulnerable. It would not happen to many, yet it happened to her: she was deeply traumatised by the Calvinistic legalism of our seminary. She went on to become a prominent occult priestess -- and she became completely suicidal. On our last meeting, her mind was razor sharp, as always, but her behaviour was frightening. She left a 58-page suicide note. What finally made the light go out for her, she wrote, was abuse of her grandmother in an old age home: "I could no longer bear the pain."
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