I knew Oliver/Liri from college, and I'm so sorry to just now hear of his passing. He was a tremendously smart and creative person, and for the first couple of years of college we were very close friends. We would sit around in his dorm room goofing off while we were supposed to be studying. Or we'd stay up late to watch MTV's 120 Minutes on Sunday evenings - he had such great musical taste and introduced me to a bunch of bands I still listen to today. He was funny and kind and a great writer. And sad. He also had a tinge of instability about him that grew far worse over time. I knew only a little about his past (and nothing specific about the abuse he suffered), but it seemed to weigh on him heavily. After sophomore year we drifted apart - around the time he started getting into drugs more seriously (or so I heard through the college grapevine).
We lost touch after college, until I heard from him soon after he moved to Seattle where I was living. We met up once and he seemed both more settled and much more on-the-edge in some ways. At the time, he was living in a halfway house, and only offered the most general details about what had led him there: the addiction, squatting/homelessness, struggle with depression and anxiety, etc. I never fully knew about the abuse he suffered, although I'd had my suspicions that he'd suffered some intense trauma. Unfortunately, I moved from Seattle soon afterwards, and we lost touch again.
Hearing about his passing is deeply saddening. I'm sorry that I didn't do a better job of being his friend and staying connected. But I'm heartened that he found all of you. My thoughts are with you.