a closet door over the wire.
They stood on an ottoman, closed the door over the wire, jumped off, thinking it would hold them up. It slipped, creating a deep notch at the top of the door and they had a nasty burn around their neck. They left the front door open and a note so they could be found without any hassle.
I'll never get seeing that rope burn out of my brain. I don't know if I helped or not but that was a while ago and they are still here today. But who really knows for how long because people will hide their suffering.
I researched places that could help, and saw first hand how our society (and this includes Democrats) refuses to recognize that we have little to ZERO help for people struggling with serious problems. Instead we want them out of the way as if they are defective. I got nowhere and the local chapter of mental health professionals could do nothing more than send a bullshit pdf file on how to talk to a suicidal person while offering worthless advice, probably watered down for liability reasons.
I'll never know/understand the pain another person is experiencing and find it difficult to judge someone who decides to take their own life. Suicide seems to be becoming more common especially for middle aged people.
I believe a person can experience pain and/or suffering that cannot be healed and must be like living with torture every day. And I wonder who am I to demand that they "fight it out" and struggle in a life of chaos and pain for the dubious moral values I have decided are so much better than theirs because my genetic makeup entitles me to only imagine what they are going through.
I'm skeptical of the "it will all work out" mindset, especially in America where we are mostly a cruel society that worships success and expects the less fortunate to stay hidden in the shadows. For many, I suspect it doesn't all work out. Patronizing insincerity via the Hallmark school of psychology will only make it worse.
And the $200 per hour shrinks are probably the worst examples of cruel human scum in the world. To profit (obscenely) from someone's mental anguish and then to say we have a mental health crisis in America, well there's a special place in hell for those guys. I can remember worried sick about my friend, all the fancy shrinks kept recommending the creepy state hospital as the only alternative to their platinum-class services.
Maybe this is the price of living in America and consistently valuing "success" over life. We make choices everyday that determine whether things will get better or worse. Historically, I'm not optimistic we are mature and stable enough to make the modest personal sacrifices to reverse the dehumanizing disparity and injustice tearing us apart. A more equitable tax structure, universal health care, etc.
From our prisons to schools and military, we are making life harder and harder every day. Suicide is one consequence of America's twisted value system. We don't seem willing to deal with it.
One edit: The person who attempted the deed was deathly ashamed of seeking help. They were embarrassed and I had to quietly research options because there was no way they would ever take that step themselves, I think it is the stigma associated with admitting weakness. Ironically this person was once very well-off and the thought of relying on public health, well they were not about to do it because of shame, probably hammered into them by the way our idiotic right-wing media treats people with disabilities.
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