The Anatomy Of A Suicide Call

You never know what to expect when you pick up that phone....

Sometimes, it's total B.S.. They want to talk about superficial things...They don't like their haircut, they couldn't get the job the wanted or the house...car...whatever.

Sometimes they are WHINY FUCKING BABIES whose mother's didn't pay too much attention to them!

Even though I'm supposed to be there and help. I should be there listening. NO matter how trivial the discussion.

But sometimes, you get that one call...it just drags you in. Sucks the life out of you. You can literally feel the pain...the heart ache on the other side of that receiver.

You wish that you could be magically transported to where ever they are and give them a big hug. You want to take the gun out of their mouth and the razor blade out of their hand.

You want to tell them that it's okay and that you understand. Life is like a roller coaster with unbelievable lows and gut splitting highs...

Sometimes the person on the other end just wants some needed attention.

Sometimes the person on the other end is just waiting for a reason...a reason to stop dragging that blade across their skin. 

I'm drained...mentally and physically...