I didn't know what to put this under, this is about my friend who is like family. I need help. My friend max is my best friend. I love him to bits, he's the sweetest most considerate guy I know. He's also a very sensitive person. He's the same age as me. He's going through a massive depression. A few months ago he was dating this girl. I always thought she was a bit of a slut. Max dedicated everything to making her happy and she took it without giving anything back. He adored her. I talked to max about this and he'd say "you can't force people to change! People only change when they're ready until then I have to look after her". Max always wanted to help everyone.

A few months ago his girlfriend dumped him. She said she never really loved him and admitted to cheating. It broke him. He stopped talking to everyone including me, locked himself in his room and just stays there all day. He only comes out to eat, drink or go to the toilet. I tried to help him, I tried talking to him. Telling him not to give her the satisfaction of crying over her. I tried everything but I couldn't get through to him.

Last time I went to see him was last week. I'll never forget it. I walked in to his room, there were empty beer bottles everywhere, cigarette packs all over the floor. He was siting there staring at the wall. His hair had grown and his beard was getting thicker. I sat next to him and held his hand and said "Max please it's time to move on, why are you doing all this over some slut." he turned his head to me slowly and said "I want the pain to stop. But it won't it never stops" I tried to comfort him but he wouldn't budge. I told him he'd find love and that's where he started to shout. Not at me just shouting. He said "love is not real, its an illusion. The worm on the hook that only leads to suffering". I started to cry because I knew the Max I grew up with was gone.

Eventually he came out of his room and started hanging out with me again. We did everything we used to he'd take me shopping, we'd go to the cinema and gym. But it wasn't the same. I could still see the pain on his face. Now he's spending most nights getting drunk at the bar. Today while he was out with friends, I went to his house. In his room I found an empty bottle of anti depressants. It was prescribed 3 days before but it was empty already?

I'm more than worried about Max now, I'm scared. I talked to my friends about it. They said I should stay away from him. I can't do that, I know Max wouldn't do to for me. I need help what do I do? How do I save my friend.