Thank you--always, again--for your support and your advice. Here's a brief update, a happy one.
J has checked into a hospital with a good crisis centre; he's being evaluated as an in-patient for suicidal thoughts. His roommates in Big City brought him in last night after telling him he had to move out, and confronting him about his problems. At the hospital, he acknowledged his difficulties to the triage nurse and was admitted formally without delay.
So there's help, and there's hope.
Next weekend, Pynchon will be driving to the city, to the former roommate's, to pick up J's things and return them to the storage locker in our city. We will be contacting J by phone this week. To see how he's doing on this path that is his to walk, not ours. We are relieved: happy that J's Big City friends stepped up to the plate and staged their own intervention, happy that J is finally getting serious medical treatment, happy that the moment of crisis has passed.
And so it's back to living our own lives now. Relieved.