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Owlatwar, that's fantastic. I'm glad things worked out. I had that time in my life. The man of my dreams is dead now. I was very ill from Cymbalta. Lucky you can tolerate it. Thanks for your sincerity.
I called the crisis line. Which I never do, unless I'm at the end. Called them last summer. But of course I don't let them know that things are thst bad. It's a completely confidential line, no recording the calls and no call display. Or so I thought. As does everyone else in the city here. I asked them to pray for me. (I don't even know if I believe anymore...) Anyways was in the crying mode, like when the pain is so bad you can't bear it anymore and you are crying like you know you're doing to die. I waited til the crying receded.
Called crisis. Asked them to pray for me. She kept ignoring what I wa saying, only kept pressing for my name - over and over and over again. I want saying much, just asking for prayer. I don't need to play that game, 'let's make a connection, what's your name, how many wonderful chikdren do you have and...' I get it. I don't need to go there. She wouldn't stop asking my name so I said I'm going to have to say goodbye.
I was utterly desperate. I needed to hear another human. I needed a shred of hope. I just needed to hear a humans voice.
I did not indicate I was suicidal. In fact I made sure she did not think that.
Twenty minutes later, at 3 a.m. there was a bang on my front door. Again and again. Then the doorbell. Then, tapping at the windows on all sides of the house. I was terrified. Was it the cops or some weirdos and I need to call the cops? I was so paranoid.... No cars outside, no cops car....
The bastards had traced the call. The f*ckers sent the cops. They kept banging calling my name. The sons of bitches.
THERE IS NO SAFE PLACE TO CALL. THERE IS NO ONE TO TALK TO. Those damn traitors. I'm going to get the word out that they DO trace and send the cops. I go them to go away without letting them in.
NOW I KNOW THAT THERE IS NO WHERE TO CALL DURING THESE FINAL DAYS, WHEN I KNOW I WILL NEED TO CALL SOMEONE every day until the time has come.
After I called crisis and was so disappointed (before the cops came), I called some national prayer hotline. I asked the guy to pray for me. He sensed my hopelessness. I didn't express much, we really didn't have a conversation, he prayed. He sensed my hopelessness, the 'conversation' wasn't over, he said goodbye and hung up on my face. The son a bitch. I wrote the company saying that they should be ASHAMED of themselves. If I would have had a gun, I'd be gone.
I have my plan.
I just wish I had a f*cking emergency line to call for help until then.
I called the crisis line. Which I never do, unless I'm at the end. Called them last summer. But of course I don't let them know that things are thst bad. It's a completely confidential line, no recording the calls and no call display. Or so I thought. As does everyone else in the city here. I asked them to pray for me. (I don't even know if I believe anymore...) Anyways was in the crying mode, like when the pain is so bad you can't bear it anymore and you are crying like you know you're doing to die. I waited til the crying receded.
Called crisis. Asked them to pray for me. She kept ignoring what I wa saying, only kept pressing for my name - over and over and over again. I want saying much, just asking for prayer. I don't need to play that game, 'let's make a connection, what's your name, how many wonderful chikdren do you have and...' I get it. I don't need to go there. She wouldn't stop asking my name so I said I'm going to have to say goodbye.
I was utterly desperate. I needed to hear another human. I needed a shred of hope. I just needed to hear a humans voice.
I did not indicate I was suicidal. In fact I made sure she did not think that.
Twenty minutes later, at 3 a.m. there was a bang on my front door. Again and again. Then the doorbell. Then, tapping at the windows on all sides of the house. I was terrified. Was it the cops or some weirdos and I need to call the cops? I was so paranoid.... No cars outside, no cops car....
The bastards had traced the call. The f*ckers sent the cops. They kept banging calling my name. The sons of bitches.
THERE IS NO SAFE PLACE TO CALL. THERE IS NO ONE TO TALK TO. Those damn traitors. I'm going to get the word out that they DO trace and send the cops. I go them to go away without letting them in.
NOW I KNOW THAT THERE IS NO WHERE TO CALL DURING THESE FINAL DAYS, WHEN I KNOW I WILL NEED TO CALL SOMEONE every day until the time has come.
After I called crisis and was so disappointed (before the cops came), I called some national prayer hotline. I asked the guy to pray for me. He sensed my hopelessness. I didn't express much, we really didn't have a conversation, he prayed. He sensed my hopelessness, the 'conversation' wasn't over, he said goodbye and hung up on my face. The son a bitch. I wrote the company saying that they should be ASHAMED of themselves. If I would have had a gun, I'd be gone.
I have my plan.
I just wish I had a f*cking emergency line to call for help until then.