someone i love very dearly has been alluding to depression and self-mutilation for months now. i thought she would be strong enough to pull herself out of this funk, so i just encouraged her all the time. this week though, she texted me that she was feeling suicidal lately, and tonight, she tried to get me to take her pets and give me her cameras (dslr and analog, and she’s a photographer). i found out that someone else had tried to get her to a hospital but she refused. i called the police and asked them to do a welfare check, and they told me she went not voluntarily, but cooperatively. she has been texting me, responding exactly the way high school health classes taught me people respond in this situation: trying to make me feel guilty, and making sure i know how pissed she is. really, though, experiencing her state of mind, i wouldn’t have felt okay without someone checking her, and as i live almost two hours away, rather than oscillate about my obligation, i called the police. i feel sort of bad, because i know if i was in her situation, i wouldn’t want to be in the hospital right now, no one would… but she couldn’t help herself, and i hope and pray that someone else can. to k - i know you may resent me now, but i couldn’t care less as long as you’re alive to tell people how much you hate me for it later. get well soon, and i hope you find more use in your cameras. soon.