Hello all, today is my second day on this site, and I'm already enjoying the community here. There are so many like-minded and relatable individuals here.
Anyways, I'm posting this simply to get something off of my chest. That something is a date; it's not a particularly special date, and definitely not a recognizable one. The date is October 2nd, 2019. This is the day that my friend has decided is the absolute furthest she will wait before committing suicide.
It's difficult you know, when you watch minutes turn into hours, and hours turn into days, and you try not to blink as each day slips by like another grain of sand in an hourglass. It bothers me that I am helpless in the situation, but I am doing all of the usual things that I learned from my lowest points. I provide her with availability. I avoid saying, "I know how you feel" and/or "It's just a phase". I am supportive and provide suggestions, and back off when she starts shutting down. I am careful to study her episodes and when or how I can prevent self-harm relapses. But no matter what I do, these are only small victories. I will probably never believe it until it happens, but admittedly there is no guarantee that she's wrong about the claim. She could die next year. She could die even before next summer. She could die by the end of this week.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that I understand the situation because I was experiencing something similar once. I will never know exactly how she feels, but I recognize how much pain she might be in currently. I suppose I'm making this post because I never thought that I would be on the other side of the fence, and now...I feel helpless. I want nothing more than to save her from her death. I just don't know if I'm the person capable enough to do it.
Thanks for listening, guys. Take care.