http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BKxnJ5iyC-w Damnit, I usually don't go for the emo attempts at emoting, but this song really got to me, "Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend", although not in the 'to themselves' sense, just me, forgetting to call because I somehow lost track of time.
Then there is also this angstastic fic;
Goodnight, Doctor by
Elizabeth Wallace: "Julian tries desperately to talk Garak out of killing himself. Based on 'Night, Mother by Marsha Norman" Julian FAILS, had I been in his place, instead of trying to talk Garak out of it, I would have just knocked the bastard out. ...and then when he wakes up, right before I put him into stasis for safekeeping for when I have the time (ie: war gone, dead stops piling up in the infirmary), strapped down, I'll simply inform him that it's selfish, but I don't care what he wants, I need him to be alive, and therefore, that would be. That's what Julian should have done, but then again, Garak really manipulated him, making him believe he'll have more time, the bastard.
...and speaking of depression...and Professional Help, needing help is different from actually within Professional Help. First of all, since professionals have the power to confine you, how could you trust them? How could you honestly say that you have thought about suicide then? ...and how depressing is it to get to the point where you are sitting there all awkward across someone who wouldn't be there if they weren't being paid. Fucking depressing.
ETA: Reading through "Goodnight, Doctor" again, my thought right at Garak's wordy response to Bashir's exclaiming that they are friends: "fucking bastard".