My brother killed himself. His reasons were good ones (he lived with schizophrenia for over 30 years, and I think things just 'got' to him at last). He was a bright young man (ten years my junior), smart (IQ in the high 140s), sensitive and in pain with his mental-emotional health. He finally made a decision to leave for good, and he left for good. In a way I feel sorry for myself about it, but I do not feel sorry for my brother. I have no way to gauge his feelings at the time, but I do know he felt those feelings too many times and with such intensity that to keep facing that possibility day after day became the hell he could no longer abide with. Do I judge my brother? No, not at all. He did what he had to do and found some peace at long bloody last.