Optom, you don't know this and I don't either. We just do not know, like I said before. And sorry I have to disagree, but I think speculating and playing the blame game doesn't help at all.
Again, you and I do not know how often or how rarely he saw Matilda. We read in magazines afterwards that he hadn't seen Matilda over X-mas. Might be true, might be false. Even if it is true, it doesn't mean anything. You and I do not know what was arranged between Heath and Michelle regarding their daughter. And rightfully so. It's none of our business.
And here you are most wrong of all (sorry). I've seen it happen. I've seen it happen on a professional basis (I was a social worker) and I've seen it in my life. And I'm sure others have, too. Sometimes you clearly see a person heading in a downwards spiral and all your attempts to help are fruitless. Sometimes you know how it will end years (yes: years) before and you can do nothing against it. I'm speaking generally here, not in regard to Heath.
But from your posting I get the feeling you indirectly blame his friends, family, the people close to him. Or the doctors who wrote the prescriptions. And I think it's not fair because (sorry, I've to repeat myself) we do not know what really went on in his private life.
Sometimes there is really nobody to blame.
I just see in preview what Susiebk wrote:
Yes.
Do you know what ,you are absoloutely right.That is something that is hard for me to admit to.I have carefully read and re read your post and you don,t need to say sorry for anything you have written.
I realise that what I have been doing is projecting my fears for my own son onto some one else.I guess that,s what scares me.I have watched as countless psychologists,psychiatrists,therapiats et al have tried to gain some measure of control and comfort for him.I have read nearly every book and internet piece,
We have intervened in every twist of the downward spiral, and yet as you so eloquently wrote,both me and my husband have sometimes just looked and said ,
we know where this is going to end.I hope we are wrong.
I guess I am transferring all my anger towards complete strangers,very unfairly and un reasonably,because I feel so helpless.I know what you say is true,sometimes all efforts seem fruitless.I just know I have to keep on trying,in the hope that one day,some new medication or treatment will help.I also cling onto the vain hope that he has the same core of inner strength somewhere that I have,that will allow him to survive as long as I have.At one time I know my parents feared the worse for me too.
But I want more than that for him,I want him to be happy,not just survive on medication.I take back unreservedly,most of my previous post.Sometimes it takes a stranger to make you confront,albeit unknowingly,the root cause of your anger and distress.By then confronting those demons you aquire the strength to fight another day,so it may seem an odd thing to say ,but thankyou.