SophiaWisdom
Gold Member
I called the Suicide Prevention Line a few months ago and they put me on hold for so long I ended up hanging up and calling a friend instead, who, thank God, was home to pick up.
Now, I'm reading how so many people call the Crisis line as a fallback. It pisses me off - that they'll pick up for everyone except me. I've always taken it as a sign that everyone else matters more to this f*ckface world than I do. That even the Universe wants me to kill myself.
I'm also really pissed off at the crisis lines. I remember that night when I was crying uncontrollably afraid I would be dead in just a few minutes, what saved me was 1) my own grad school psych training 2) the thought of some kid calling the hotline, being put on hold indefinitely like I was, but not having the ability to understand what was happening and just offing themselves because the f*ckheads wouldn't pick up. I started praying for these people. I prayed, "God, let me die, but don't let them die." Even then I felt these hypothetical other callers must be more important than me.
I definitely feel seething rage and trauma when I see the hotline number bandied around. When I really needed them, they weren't there. And now, I'll never call them, even though I've needed to more and more lately.
Now, I'm reading how so many people call the Crisis line as a fallback. It pisses me off - that they'll pick up for everyone except me. I've always taken it as a sign that everyone else matters more to this f*ckface world than I do. That even the Universe wants me to kill myself.
I'm also really pissed off at the crisis lines. I remember that night when I was crying uncontrollably afraid I would be dead in just a few minutes, what saved me was 1) my own grad school psych training 2) the thought of some kid calling the hotline, being put on hold indefinitely like I was, but not having the ability to understand what was happening and just offing themselves because the f*ckheads wouldn't pick up. I started praying for these people. I prayed, "God, let me die, but don't let them die." Even then I felt these hypothetical other callers must be more important than me.
I definitely feel seething rage and trauma when I see the hotline number bandied around. When I really needed them, they weren't there. And now, I'll never call them, even though I've needed to more and more lately.