When I call the suicide prevention line they put me on speakerphone and take a break. Always good for a laugh, they say. Love to relax.

(And none of that is true.)

My thoughts on suicide are that sometimes it's understandable, and like divorce I couldn't make that decision for anyone. However, with everyone I've discussed it with I've thought two things.

First, that TODAY isn't the day. Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day. Time to get some sleep now.

And that they ALWAYS were killing the wrong person. Someone way, way back when planted, watered and nurtured that demon which now, like the Starship Enterprise, is floating free. It's their job to confront it, make a friend of it, thank it for what it's trying to do, and let it rest. Fighting it does not work.

Sigh.

Arf