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In person is best, phone call, email, text, just let them know you were thinking about them.

In person is best, phone call, email, text, just let them know you were thinking about them.

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[–] • 8 pts

I don't think I have anyone in my close circle that is suicidal at the moment. Some people hide their pain very well so I could be wrong. Good reminder for anyone. Take care buddy

[–] • 6 pts

Absolutely no one in my real life knows or suspects that I got 302'd a month and a half ago. You'd be surprised how good some people are at hiding pretty substantial things.

[–] • 1 pt

Excuse my ignorance but what 302'd mean ?

[–] • 0 pt

I was briefly committed to a mental hospital because I was judged to be a danger to others or myself.

In this case, myself.

[–] • 0 pt

You have to be 18 to post here.

[–] • 0 pt

Report me.

[–] [deleted] • 4 pts

Don’t take the easy way out. Fight for our future by living well.

[–] • 4 pts

Never underestimate the power of hello.

[–] • 4 pts

I had a really genuine experience once. This is gonna be long, so sorry in advance.

I broke my foot and was in a cast, ultimately unable to walk for about a year due to the nature of the break. I'm a mechanic, so I couldn't do the job I've been doing for 13 years and was getting tired of working the service counter because I can't stand most people. Eventually I was laid off because there wasn't much need for me other than answering phones... and it's painfully obvious I don't work well with customers.

I went into a DEEP depression that I told absolutely nobody about. I hid the fact that I was laid off and pretended to work but instead went neat places that I could get to with my crutches and a hard cast up to my knee. I decided to go to a beautiful and secluded overlook with a few benches and walkway, next to a river.

It was mid day on a mild Tuesday in february, the sun was at a perfect height and the water was tranquil. I was surprised to see anyone there, but there was a man in his 60's leaning on the railing. Crying.

I hobbled up and asked if he was OK. He didn't answer at first but I stood next to him in silence for 15-20 minutes, taking in the view. Eventually he broke down and told me how his son was killed in a car accident roughly a month ago, and that this day was his birthday. He was really sad too, obviously.

As an alcohol enthusiast, I had a cold 6 pack in car, so he went and got it out and cracked a few on the bench. He told me stories and memories, the good and the bad, his dreams and regrets. I'm a woman and crybaby so my eyes were literally a river. I got out some of my personal sads too, and he gave me an honest listen. When the sun was starting to set, we parted ways. He helped my to my car and gave me a hug. I gave him my number in case he needed to talk.

In the days since then, I have talked to him, met his wife and his daughter, his grandkids and his small army of doggos. He's been a good person to talk to over the years. He has a wonderful family, and I'm glad he was able to emotionally pick himself up after such a tragic loss.

I'm going to text him today, just to say hi. I think the trajectory of our lives went in a more positive direction because I cared enough to ask if he was ok.

[–] • 3 pts

I’m sorry for the loss, but anyone I haven’t spoken to in a while, I’ve purposefully not spoken to in a while. Crazy how the last two+ years have weeded out a ton of people in my life. All brain dead. All lost. Tried to save a few, with no success. Godless, soulless demons, the lot of them.

[–] • 3 pts

The only time you regret someone passing is if YOU didn't take the time to spend the time with them you wanted.

When I go, I hope no one sheds a tear. I hope no one even shows up ...my body is just a vessel and when I go it'll be empty. I just hope I'll have done enough here not to have to come back and to be welcomed into the kingdom of heaven.

[–] • 2 pts

Every day when I am at work I think about it at least once.

[–] • 2 pts

I'm sorry for your loss.

[–] [deleted] • 2 pts

It's not my place to interfere with the life and death decisions of other people, even if I have a personal interest in their survival. People have the right to make these decisions themselves.

[–] • 1 pt

Agree. But we are in the minority. I've sat bedside with my sisters when one's husband was dying of liver failure from agent orange exposure. Not pretty and the nurse lies and says he didn't know he was going.

[–] • 0 pt

Don't interfere, instead inspire.

[–] [deleted] • 1 pt

That platitudinous shit might work on the rubes but it won't work on a dude who is suffering a painful progressive form of paralysis, or someone going both blind and deaf at the same time, Or some dude who can't stop remembering what his stepDad did to his butthole long ago that fucked him up so bad in the head that he wound up living in the bushes and drinking himself to death. Or just someone in Stage 4 who isn't remitting and is sick and tired of chemo.

[–] • 1 pt

Great reminder and something we can all do today.