When people close to us know or sense that we are suicidal they feel so helpless to stop it
They just stop texting, calling, eamiling,
It has to be painful for them, waiting for, yet never wanting to receive that knock on the
door, or have look out there window and see a squad car turning in.
They know that they will be hearing of our death.
Its too much for them too bare, so the fear keeps them from staying in contact, like a self protection
mode.
6 comments
my spelling bites
Is it sad that i litteraly cant tell what u mispelled? Nd thats y it easer to let it all out online where nobody knows u
Well, ……. hum, ………… lets see here, its reallya combination of no typing skills, needing new glass’s, and a just don’t take the time to proof read what I write
A thats ok I did one of these dyslexia screanings last week and was told that i was “of extremly high risk of dyslexia” and have a meeting with a educational psychologist soon to access the extent or some shit. Lets hope he just stiks to spellen tests and shit cause if he dont that end fare bad with a personality test lol
Sorry Caucajun….not just suicide. I was given less than 6 months in December 2000. Most of my friends and family just seemed to disappear. The most significant was my younger sister. We get along and I have helped her through lots of tough stuff, but when I needed her…..she dissappeared.
My sister was a nurse….went back to school and got an Honours BA in social work. You think of all people she would have understood. Well she did understand and still could not deal with it.
Four years later at a family function, my mother got excited cuz my sister actually spoke to me for the first time in as many years. That Christmas, my older sister was planning something special for my mom and wanted to make sure that both my younger sister and myself showed up.
I called my younger sister to try to find out what I had done to upset her and to see if I could make amends.
She told me that the only thing I had done was…..”YOU FORGOT TO DIE!”
At first I thought she wanted me to die….but the truth was she couldn’t watch me die. Then when i found my answers and got better…..guilt kept her away….cuz she wasn’t there for me when I needed her.
Aren’t people strange? I don’t let these things happen anymore….i am a firm believer in confrontation and questions. the truth is dying people whether actively dying or emotionally dying are no fun to be around….just saying
I don’t think they care at all. I think they do not contact me because they wish I was dead.