Today has been a weird and troubling day. It’s never nice waking up to the police at your door, even less so when they’re there to tell you someone in your house has died and they’ve just discovered the body. :s It’s a large house with 9 rooms, and the guy was an alcoholic and harassed another woman here for awhile before he was threatened to be kicked out. I was the last person to see him alive, which makes me feel sad… I saw him on Friday and he could have died any time over the weekend as nobody had seen him come out of his room. He had threatened to kill himself according the the other woman here, and he had mental health workers over multiple times looking for him. I told him they need to get the police involved because he wasn’t answering his door, and they only bother to do that today! I feel sick… I wish I did more, even though he was clearly troubled with mental health issues and also with a criminal record, mostly of DUIs…. The system has let down yet another person obviously in the need of help. Sure he was stubborn and didn’t open his door, but why don’t people just force their own way in? People with depression often want to be alone, sometimes when they shouldn’t. This was obviously a case of shouldn’t have been left alone…. He was always pretty nice to me, he seemed a bit creepy and freaked me out, mostly because I know what alcoholics can be like when they’re pissed, but… Ugh. :( I don’t know what more to say. No one in this house really understands because nobody really liked him at all, but I still can’t help feeling sad.