So there's a girl on one of my friend's f-lists. Well, she's my age, so I can't rightfully call her a girl. I would have to call her a woman.
This woman is facing a really horrible life situation. Her father died of sepsis, and her mother is close to dying of the same thing. She's having money problems, like a lot of people, and enduring just a general run of really bad luck in addition.
My friend, who sort of just skims her F-list, hadn't noticed any of this, but did notice when this woman announced she would be giving away all of her manga and artbooks. That's when she looked closer and realized that something was not right.
She pointed out some journal posts this woman had been making recently to me, and they are textbook cries for help, and not the half-assed emo kind. The kind of things that someone says and does if they are legitimately planning to kill themselves.
Giving away all of your most important possessions is one of the biggest red flags. So is peppering your posts with phrases like "when I'm gone", "before it's too late", "I just want to sleep" and tagging your entries "the end".
So I look at the comments to her posts, expecting her friends to be rallying to buoy her. Wouldn't you?
On the first post where she mentions ending it all, her dipshit friends are sort of like "Hurkle! ^_^ Sorry you are having a bad day!" One of her friends agrees with her, comments that she's in the same place and can't see anything good about this fucked up world and can't stop her if she chooses to do it.
Things get worse.a case of 'it got worse'
October 28th, 17:21
You'll know what I mean if you visit tvtropes.com
'It got worse' is basically my existence now.
Sorry I haven't responded to anyone from my last entry but still just too raw, will do so soon.
I want to give away my stuff, I need the room and I don't want or need possessions anymore. I'll be posting a list soon and if you want stuff, I just need you to pay for postage. When I'm gone my sister will just throw everything away anyway--I mean, hell, she threw away some of my good figures and I'm still alive. Stuff will mainly be gaming related, or anime and manga and doujinshi, even some clothes and more if people are interested. Keep watching for the post.
2 days back from the hospital and things still not going right. I can't think about it because when I do I just can't anymore, I just can't anything.
After that, the references escalate as things get worse, and people say avoidant platitudes, never acknowledging the fact that this person is talking about killing herself.
Then comes the post where she says she's giving away all her manga. Does anyone say "Don't kill yourself"? No! It's "Me, me, me". People actually are eagerly lining up to take the worldly possessions of a suicidal person.http://wounded-melody.livejournal.com/34933.html
Now maybe they're not paying attention. Maybe they just skim entries, like my friend. But jesus fucking christ, am I alone in thinking it's sick that someone should be that alone in the world? When people don't pay attention to you, when they don't listen to you, when they don't hear you, that's
what makes people want to die!
So my friend commented, and I commented. We're not friends or anything. I don't care if she's offended, I don't care if I'm a stranger. None of that matters in issues of life and death.
And now I'm putting it out there. If you care about this woman, and you feel comfortable saying something in her journal, do it. I don't expect anyone to; it's hard-wired and ingrained in us to huddle round and protect our own, and shun the dis-eases of strangers. Hell, for most of us, it's unnatural to smile at people on the street or speak kindly or compliment people you don't know.
But if you've been there, if you know how it feels to be this woman, or if you just feel compassion for her, it may be your only chance to let her know it.
ETA: unlocked, because it's everyone's damn business.