I haven’t said anything about what has been stressing me out to the max this week (in fact, I doubt many of you knew I was stressed…), because it was highly private, and hit a little close to home; but now, the cat is out of the bag, and I need to vent a little. A really close friend of mine went missing on Monday, after a fire occurred at the place where he works. Not really connecting the two incidents, I just worried about where my friend was, and why he had gone. He contacted no one, but did send me an email letting me know he was alive; but that was all. Then, a fire marshal called me to answer some questions about my friend because he wanted to see if I knew his whereabouts, and I went from worried to panicky. Not only was I worried about my friend, but now, he was potentially a suspect in a crime that I could not believe he would commit. Needless to say, last night, before I was able to talk with the fire marshal, my friend turned himself in to the police, and admitted to the arson that occurred at his work on Monday.
I am honestly completely reeling right now. I am floored; in a total state of shock. This came out of left field, and I can’t believe that this has happened; I knew he was depressed and stressed out, but I never thought he would be capable of something like this. This is so not like my friend, and worst of all, I feel like it was a cry for help. He had been pulling away for the past several months, and I have just felt powerless to help him. I just feel awful that I wasn’t able to help him get the help he needed, so that he could have avoided something like this (even though I know that it isn’t my responsibility, I still feel awful). You never can truly know what is going on with someone, and in this case, it is especially, and sadly, true. My thoughts are with him and his family right now, and I just hope that things will work out as best they can, soon.