I’d love to redirect everyone in my blast radius who’s ever mentioned suicide to a hotline, but somehow I think that’s the first thing just about anyone says when someone mentions suicide… to the point when “get professional help” is synonymous with “I don’t want to deal with this personally.”
In a similar vein, do suicide hotlines actually work? I’m reading up on them right now, and found this alarming article, that basically says that sometimes the call centers screw up, but overall they work sort of well, and that lapses need to be fixed with better training. I can’t find any specifics about what that training entails; I’d love to read about what those hotline volunteers actually say to the strangers who call in.
I am firmly atheist right now, lounging in my mom’s warm living room in a comfy armchair, tipity-typing on my keyboard. But when I go out to sea, alone, and the weather turns, a storm picks up, and I’m caught out after dark, and thanks to a rusty socket only one bow light works… well, then, I pray to every god I know starting with Poseidon, and sell my soul to the devil while at it.
I’m not sure why I do it.
Maybe that’s what my brain does to occupy the excess processing time? In high school, when I still remembered it, I used to recite the litany against fear. But that’s not quite it. When waves toss my little boat around and I ask myself why I’m praying—the answer invariably comes out, ``It’s never made things worse. So the Professor God isn’t punishing me for my weakness. Who knows… maybe it will work? Even if not, prayer beats panic as a system idle process.″