RIP Andrew Koenig aka Boner of Growing Pains

Remember Boner from Growing Pains? He was the funny guy (he was funny-looking), the sidekick to Kirk Cameron's ladies man, the smooth operation with the ladies. Boner agreed to everything Mike did, being the loyal best friend he was.
Well, he met a tragic end. Andrew Koenig, best known as Boner from Growing Pains has died. He committed suicide.
How did it come to this?! Why didn't anyone, anyone in his family or any of his friends knew about his depression? And if they did, why didn't they seek help for him?! Why did they wait till it was too little, too late? It shouldn't have to come to this... Why did they let it? If they knew about his depression was this deep, why didn't they take drastic measures? Everything is messed up. It takes a tragedy to help another person.
Someone I know said that committing suicide is a very selfish act b/c the one who commits the deed is only thinking of him/herself; they're not giving a thought as to what might happened to other people who might suffer b/c he/she commits suicide.
But then again, they're not thinking about others and how it might it affect them 'cause they're in so much pain like Andrew Koenig.
Being depressed is like before you're cut off from this world. You feel like drowning in your own nightmares day after day with no end in sight. It may feel like your life is ending, but it is just beginning... So reach out to someone if your feeling down in the pits. Talk it out.
So seek help before it's too late...  Look at the bigger picture. Reach out to someone who needs a friend. Be a friend to them.
Enjoy life to the fullest with your loved ones before their lives are cut short, whether its by suicide, illness, natural causes or whatever ailment b/c this is a cold, hard world. We must face the cold, hard reality-we don't live in an utopia-we live in a world full of violence and sexual innuendo. It's not safe out there. Oh, as children, our parents tried to shelter us, but as adults we must face reality-the hard, cold world. We can't be sheltered forever, though our parents wish we could be.