I am back working at the suicide prevention hotlines and admissions to the psychiatric unit at our local facility. Although it is often a sad endeavor trying to keep the humblest of God's human creatures alive from day to day, there are some occasional bright spots.
The other night a couple of guys in their mid to late 50s came in. They were brothers, and one of them was bringing in the other for admission.
I asked the potential client/patient why he was there. He told me he had been thinking about killing himself and had planned, and even rehearsed, his method of suicide. This is very sad but true that suicidal people will rehearse killing themselves.
I asked the client what his plan was. After some elaborate detail during which he evaded my question, I finally asked, “How were you going to kill yourself? What were you going to do?”
He replied, “I planned to put a bag over my head.”
I responded with the only thing I could at that moment: “Was it going to be paper or plastic?”
Go ahead, you can laugh. Even the client and his brother laughed.
Sometimes in the tunnel of darkness, there are small lights and great lights. They can either be a train thundering in your direction or lightning bugs sent to amuse. I prefer the lightning bugs.
The man was admitted and is alive to this day.
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