When I lost my best friend, it felt like the floor dropped out from underneath me. I could barely function day to day. It took me almost four days to turn my phone back on after I called my best friend and told her. A teenager with no phone for four days, I know, a shock. Well I was in shock. Luckily I meet other people who had gone through the same thing online. It happened the day of the funeral; I wrote “today I am putting my best friend in the ground” on my Tumblr page and someone responded. Not in a nasty way, but in an I understand way. They had been following my posts all week about his death and decided to step in.
Along with a beautifully written poem, they linked in this page about mental health while dealing with a suicide. It wasn’t the normal suicide site that is cold and hard to read like the signs they put up at my work (where we worked together). This was open, warm and a safe place where people could share what they were feeling and have someone respond in kind with information and help. For a long time, I just scrolled and read, seeing all of the other people that were in different stages of grieving I would soon start to go through.
I remember very little from most of October and early December aside from applying to colleges, Halloween and Tumblr. I found an outlet in posting my feelings, or lack thereof, on a …show more content…
I don’t know if I would have gotten out of bed the next week and tried to go to school. I don’t know if I would have asked for help from my other best friend or boyfriend. I know I wouldn’t have called the suicide hotline to just talk to someone who would let me cry and advise me to go to my parents or teachers if everything got to be too much. Getting to this point has been nothing short of awful madness and I know that I still have far to go. I might never be able to get there, but I know I don’t have to do it on my
Along with a beautifully written poem, they linked in this page about mental health while dealing with a suicide. It wasn’t the normal suicide site that is cold and hard to read like the signs they put up at my work (where we worked together). This was open, warm and a safe place where people could share what they were feeling and have someone respond in kind with information and help. For a long time, I just scrolled and read, seeing all of the other people that were in different stages of grieving I would soon start to go through.
I remember very little from most of October and early December aside from applying to colleges, Halloween and Tumblr. I found an outlet in posting my feelings, or lack thereof, on a …show more content…
I don’t know if I would have gotten out of bed the next week and tried to go to school. I don’t know if I would have asked for help from my other best friend or boyfriend. I know I wouldn’t have called the suicide hotline to just talk to someone who would let me cry and advise me to go to my parents or teachers if everything got to be too much. Getting to this point has been nothing short of awful madness and I know that I still have far to go. I might never be able to get there, but I know I don’t have to do it on my