Matthew Steed Suicide, Death- Even thinking about how to start writing this post makes my head hurt. I just got word that my dearest friend, Matthew Steed, was unable to win his struggle against his own thoughts over the weekend and passed away.
He had reached the age of 26. We would frequently engage in-jokes with a morbid sense of humor about ending each other’s lives so that we wouldn’t have to go through the motions of living without the other person, but “then who would tell everyone?” Unfortuitously, I am the one responsible for creating this implausible post, and even as I type it, I find it difficult to believe what I am reading. But no matter how mad I am at you, Matt, I will always love you. Even if I feel terrible and am so angry with you.
I’ll never get over the fact that our silly texts were entire of gifs and that you used to beat the crap out of me at chess every other week. Your frequent drive-home phone calls to me merely to make noises at each other and make me laugh are the thing that makes me laugh the most. Since he was truly one of a kind, I want to express my deepest condolences to everyone who knew and loved him. This post was forwarded to me by a friend. I have no idea how she discovered that Matt worked for me in a rehabilitation center, but he did. I am really taken aback, as I had always assumed the best of him. I don’t know what to say at this point.