Shouting For Help Into The Internet Void

A follow up to this post yesterday:

If you haven’t yet read that post of mine, and visited her post, please do so. After yesterday morning opening the WordPress email notifying me of that post (because I follow her), and then to my horror reading that appalling post, I sat in front of my PC wondering: I have to write something here. It was now 8am UK time, and she had posted at about 1 am, and had not even bothered to title the post.

Why did I “get involved”? I suppose I did so after reading her post, in which she declared she was SUICIDAL because she felt alone and that no one cared about her, and that that post had in the seven hours since she published it attracted not even a single comment asking “WHAT!?” I noticed also it had even gotten a like. Huh? I wondered if “the liker” had even read the post? Why the hell would anyone “like” a suicidal post without SAYING anything questioning it?

Clearly she was in despair and was crying out online for SOMEONE to show they cared. I thought, too, that she seemed to be about my niece’s age – in her young 20s. To feel/be so “alone” in her view of the world at that age as to even remotely consider doing that to herself? Her life hardly begun? With the whole world out there?

[View from the edge of the Catskill Mountains of the Hudson River Valley below. Photo by me, August 2018.]
[The Kaaterskill Falls. Catskills. Photo by me, 2018.]
[The Hudson River, at Hudson, New York. Photo by me, 2018.]

She is also shockingly bright. Her irregularly shared posts are articulate and thoughtful – and English is insofar as I am aware not even her native language. I recalled her posting some time ago that she is Italian/French and was moving to London.

I thought she needed to speak perhaps to the Samaritans, a group here in England that listens and “counsels” suicidal people who seek help by phone. I found their number, and other info on the NHS web site to give to her. Finally I tried to think of something reassuring to write, typed it, counted to ten, and then posted that comment.

Next I checked WordPress’s FAQs to see what else could be done. They state WordPress would not contact her or reveal who she was (hardly a shock the latter); that I should call police if I knew her personally (which I obviously don’t). Otherwise, WordPress advised to do pretty much what I had done already – reach out and offer support:

Then I thought I’d post about this to my Instagram, suspecting I could get her a bunch of clicks and perhaps comments and encouragement from friends and readers of mine and perhaps others who stumbled on a post there.

A friend’s father had hanged himself. Another friend’s brother had hanged himself. I’ve witnessed the devastation suicide wreaks on families.

Finally, many hours later yesterday, I saw she was approving comments and I felt a bit better. She has not as of yet actually replied to my comment, or to the others; but that doesn’t really matter. What does is that she saw that people out here DO CARE, that she sees she is NOT alone, and above all that people want her to talk to someone professional who can help her with how she feels.

7 thoughts on “Shouting For Help Into The Internet Void

  1. Such a caring person you are, and it proves the point that being in a lonely place can be helped with even the support of some virtual online friends! It speaks volumes, your initiative yesterday and today to help this woman and I’m honored to be acquainted with someone that has such upstanding character!

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    1. Thank you very much. I expect to read all sorts of posts, but one such as that is chilling to have drop into our email. Let’s hope our words and clicks made some positive impression on her.

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  2. I pray she takes the steps she needs. Sadly, the stigma of mental health issues continues to loom. Every semester, my daughter meets fellow students who struggle and refuse to seek help. The excuse for not reaching out, shockingly, is often, “My parents would be mad. They don’t believe in depression or ADD or ADHD” or whatever the case might be. Truly horrifying.

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    1. If she is living alone here in England, she must have family at home on the continent. What do they know? We have no idea, but I can’t believe that if they knew she felt as she does that they would not care. Sadly in some ways being a teen or young 20-something can be the toughest time in life. What is difficult if not impossible for us ‘oldsters’ to impart to them is nothing “bad” that is happening to them now in terms of loves, friendships, and ‘fitting in’, will matter much a decade or so from now.

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