as a "mental health service user" i'm always torn by these stories. on the one hand i think 'well he got what he wanted - at least he's at peace now, why aren't people happy for him? it's all over"; then ten years later finding one small thing to keep going for - and it is worth it - and i would like to say thank you to whoever found me and saved my life - but you just don't know if you'll get that happy ending. ten years is a long time to go through absolute crap with no guarantees - i will always sympathyse with people who don't want to/cant wait that long.