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perzephone
A friend attempted suicide. The friend is still here, which is relieving in many, many ways.
Sometimes I wish I was more mentally healthy so that I could be a strong advocate of not committing suicide, that sort of 'you have so much to live for' kind of friend, someone who could talk people out of committing suicide. Instead I'm afraid to say much of anything because I could probably do a better job of encouraging people to kill themselves than discouraging it.
I just don't want it to seem like I don't care... I just never have the right words for this kind of situation. It's incredibly awkward.
The friend does have a lot to live for, but at the same time, they're suffering and will continue to suffer. I don't know if they can heal or get better from the blows life has dealt them.
I think it's a good sign of just how broken we are, when we can only see one way out of this mess we call life.
I'm glad you're still here, if that helps any.
Sometimes I wish I was more mentally healthy so that I could be a strong advocate of not committing suicide, that sort of 'you have so much to live for' kind of friend, someone who could talk people out of committing suicide. Instead I'm afraid to say much of anything because I could probably do a better job of encouraging people to kill themselves than discouraging it.
I just don't want it to seem like I don't care... I just never have the right words for this kind of situation. It's incredibly awkward.
The friend does have a lot to live for, but at the same time, they're suffering and will continue to suffer. I don't know if they can heal or get better from the blows life has dealt them.
I think it's a good sign of just how broken we are, when we can only see one way out of this mess we call life.
I'm glad you're still here, if that helps any.
