God intervened in my life, my screwed-up life, because someone prayed for me. Thursday morning, that someone died by suicide.
At visitation, I heard a little kid ask his mom what happened. He tried to explain that she just died. But he asked how. She whispered, “She shot herself.” I couldn’t bear to even stay.
She was “just” my best friend’s mom. My friend, too, but only barely. And I’m posting to beg each of you to NOT do this. This is painful. Whether it’s your daughter, your daughter’s friend, your mailman… Someone is affected. Someone is hurt. And that someone would have done anything to help you.
I’ll help you, if you have no one else. Call 1.800.SUICIDE. But if you don’t trust them, text or call me. Day or night, my phone is always on. Or you can email me.
Please, please, please reconsider. Your death will affect me, and I don’t even know you. I love you, and I don’t even know you. I WILL LISTEN, because I care… And I don’t even know you.