*sits and stares at the computer screen, shaking and scared*It is more frightening to be on the outside, looking in, when someone is contemplating/attempting suicide, than it is to be the one performing the act. When I tried to kill myself, I was depressed and in pain. I wasn't scared. I felt guilty for the pain I would cause others, but not scared for myself.
But now I am watching one of my dear friends going through that depression, that pain, that extreme desire for escape, and I am terrified.
I am scared that I am going to lose someone I love - and I feel so guilty for not being able to help her. *cries softly*
Oh, Amber... I am being purely selfish, I know... But please - I don't know what I would do if you weren't here. *offers you a heartfelt hug* I love you, Amber.