Today is day FOUR of the 38th Annual National Suicide Prevention Week (September 9th-15th).
What follows is a post I originally wrote and published last year (10/11/11). It shows how far gone I was, but at the very same time, it expresses that I wasn't ready to truly leave this world. This...was a cry for help!
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Hunched over the steering wheel of her car, the sobs were uncontrollable.
Drive.
Just drive.
Speeding
down the highway she grabbed for her phone, knocking it to the floor
just out of reach. Driving one-handed she stretched as far as her other
arm could and wrapped her fingers around the device.
Her mind was racing. The thoughts beckoned her to throw the phone back to the floor. You’re worthless. Nobody cares. They’re better off without you.
The cries turned to screams. Moans. Through shedding tears, she dialed the number. Silence. The operator retorted, wrong number.
It
took everything within her to make that call. She knew if she didn’t
reach out, she was done for. It was winning. Knocking her over as she
attempted to get up time and time again, her mental state was ravaged
and rocked until she was left for dead. There was minimal fight left.
Her phone lit up indicating a text message. Twitter.
Within minutes her friend’s phone number was in the keypad and she clicked ‘send’.
Ring.
Ring.
“Pam?”
“Kim…” sobbing, sobbing, sobbing, “Kim, I can’t do this anymore.”
This was a tough call to make, but I did it, and you know what? I'm still alive.
Reaching out can be hard, of course, but you can do it too. I believe in you!
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This was a tough call to make, but I did it, and you know what? I'm still alive.
Reaching out can be hard, of course, but you can do it too. I believe in you!
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