My name is David Noone & I have mental health issues,that doesn’t make me a liar…I know the difference between fact & fiction…(I use the name ‘Bob’ to disguise a Real Person… ‘Bob’ was a Relative…This story is based on true events)…I was called into meet my consultant…(2 weeks after Bob’s suicide)…The first words out of the Doctor’s mouth..I’ll call them Doctor X….was…’Do you miss Bob?’…I was shocked and appalled…I mumbled nonsense and hoped I could get out of the situation as fast as possible…Doctor X…had lost all credibility in my opinion…at that point,I realised I was on my own…just like Bob…all the HSE were doing was covering their tracks… At Bob’s funeral….A friend of the family said ‘Dave…See it as a  challenge’…That’s how I’ve viewed a lot of life since then…

After college Bob fell into despair…Bob spent the next 4yrs trying to end his life…It didn’t make sense,if he had spent the same energy trying to survive?…They say…depression is anger turned inwards…an inability to see alternatives…Bob was ill…too ill to see any light…

I showed up at Bob’s appartment,I would visit every Friday(Rahoon)…Bob was in College…I brought the beer..I had Carlsberg and I gave Bob the Tuborg…He looked at me and said…’Dave,you got the Caviar and I got the fish and chips’…Bob had passed judgement on the beer!