Well, I had faith all along that it was an unfortunate combination of medications he was taking and certainly not an intentional harm to himself.
Yup, all along I believed his friends when they said that he made plans to meet them the next day. There was no doubt in my mind. I still felt bad as Tony pointed out, and his interviews confirmed that Heath often had trouble sleeping, and always felt anxious during a project. It led to this tragic result. I got over the depression, the anger, and accepted this fate.
It is still tragic. He was still, as Eric Bana said, robbed of the beautiful years from 28-38. This week has been tears and smiles for me - tears for the lost years, smiles for getting to know Heath better, loving him more, and knowing how he lived life to the fullest. There is finally a irrefutable reason to get off my butt and do something, anything, to live up to his way of tackling life, full throttle. I think there will always be tears, just as there will always be love. It is why Ennis' last scene, with tears in his eyes, and a faint smile on his lips, gives me comfort in this unbelievable pain. This tragic love that is bittersweet.