Wednesday, September 10
World Suicide Prevention Day 2014
We seem to have “days” for a lot of things now. A day to stop bullying, Mental awareness day, Causal Friday, pancake Tuesday…
I am not trying to belittle this, though. To bring awareness is one of the steps to removing the stigma. If having a day causes someone to read a blog, and rethink a decision… then these days are grand to have.
With so many, they become muddled, treated with disdain, why are you wearing a pink shirt today… Why is that ribbon on your car, but people ask.
So this is why we have those days.
Why is there only one day that is World Suicide Prevention day? For me, this is every day. But then I have seen more than my share of attempts, I have intervened directly in some, I have intercepted ones that I felt were fast approaching also. I know I will see more, I wish that this was not so.
Today Cat posted two lines on his blog, you can read Cats Post here , that I wish to share.
“Back then, every turn was met by another brick wall. I’m not exactly sure what changed or when, and neither can I say there is light at the end of the tunnel, but at least there is a tunnel.”
It is hard to see that tunnel sometimes, that tomorrow, the one that may finally be a bit better. We must always look down the tunnel though, allow for that tomorrow.
Because of this next bit I am also borrowing from Cat.
“Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco is well known for its suicides. Its massive height of 756feet almost guarantees few survivors. Without a doubt, the leap over the edge is most certainly that final decision.
Up until last year, out of more than 1,500 people to jump, only 34 survived. More than 50% of them said they instantly regretted jumping. Half way down, they suddenly realised there was in fact another option. I cannot help but think of those who took that final thought to their graves.“
I am finishing this post with a reblog of a post I did not too long ago. Because if reading it gives a tiny flicker, to someone that is thinking.. If it makes someone abort a decision, to rethink, to wait for tomorrow, I will be happy.
I was at the hospital when a call came in, I was asked to ride along, we did not know how far things had progressed, it was hoped, not this far.
please save me
Whilst memories are strong and emotions high
for I can not sleep
a disjointed post, because it is hard to write
I was not going to write of this, but perhaps it will help
Severe triggering warning.
A ride along
the panicked call had been placed
Do you know how the siren stirs adrenaline?
knowing time is short the drive seems forever
Saturday afternoon traffic dawdling along
the driver twisting and maneuvering through stalled traffic
we are here, the door is open… a screaming mother motioning frantically
the EMT’s load up, gear and stretcher
unencumbered, I charge in, at the top of the stairs another scream….
up here…. she is in the bathroom
steps skipped, two, three I don’t know
dashing in, heart pounding, a scene I have seen before, sadly
She is in the bathtub, motionless, but so pale.. I am scared
like the last time I jump in, but this time she is not thrashing and fighting
last time I had to sit on top, to keep them still
not this time
it didn’t just happen… it so didn’t just happen
locating the wrist is not hard, so much blood
a quick look and nothing is embedded in it.
my hand closes over the cut, squeezing tightly, hoping so much
the flow now stopped
The EMT’s catch up, see what I have done…. “stay there”
eyes flutter.. I have hope
a whisper… oh so quiet
“save me please”
The last whisper
there will be no more
for we did not
but it was too late
it should never be too late
“save me please”
if only those words were spoken sooner
Today, a day of frustration
Migraines and remorse
Tomorrow a visit to the family
a mother, sister and brother
who are torn beyond belief
it will be a difficult visit
but one is gone, because she was not saved
perhaps I will save another
So this I ask, implore to you
look at your children, sisters and brothers
I mean, really look
look at your mothers and fathers
aunts and uncles
look at yourself
because one of them needs saving too
I know the numbers
One of them does.
Save them please.
or save yourself
The post that followed this was Today