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10/9 Suicide Prevetion Day ask for help
It took me many, many years to be able to talk openly about it. It took a lot of help, conversations, and talks with people who loved me— many discussions from experts, psychiatrists, and psychologists.
When I do talk about it, I’m usually serious. I show no trace of humor, nor do I accept and respect the black humor that surrounds it. I do not accept a fly on my sword, as we say in Greek, for it.
At times, I have been between attempting it and not attempting it. All my times have been unsuccessful. Thank God, I say now, as I write this text to you.
I love life very much especially what I am doing now: Writing.
Today is World Suicide Prevention Day, and I want to tell you, in a few paragraphs, why you should ask for help, and why life is worth living after all.
I’m not going to talk to you as a psychologist, a field I’m studying. Nor as a friend. But as a person who has been through the teeth of death. Trust me, no one wants to drown when they’re actually in the sea. They just want to go up to surface.
