You’d think it would have happened sooner. Seven years of advocacy and peer support for women with postpartum depression, and I hadn’t had to do it yet.
This was the day.
I am reluctant to get too involved in people’s lives. I want to support everyone, but I also don’t want to butt in where I don’t belong. I don’t know everything that goes on behind the front door. I don’t even know where the front door is located most of the time, so how can I know the best way to support each individual other than to provide as much information and hope as I can? This time I had to push past that reluctance, as did others. We called 911 to prevent a suicide.
When you see someone publicly threaten to kill themselves, there’s no way to no how serious the threat is. Are they joking, or just blowing off steam? Are they about to do it? Right now?