I'm feeling a bit sorry for myself at the moment - not suicidal, please don't be concerned. When I feel really desperate, I remember something which truly happened to me a while ago. I was feeling at the lowest ebb I can ever recall. I felt hopeless, so I carefully emptied out all my various tablets, counted them all up - 165 - and decided that I would try to explain my actions before taking them. It was the middle of the night, so I rang the Samaritans. I started speaking to a very nice lady, and I proceeded to lay out everything that had gone wrong and had led me to that point in my life. (You may have noticed that I tend to go on a bit!) After about three quarters of an hour, I asked the lady for her opinion. I heard nothing so I asked again. The only response I got was a very loud snore! I apologised, and rang off. I honestly think that this was the only reaction which could have helped. I then began laughing. I realised how ridiculous it would be to do anything at all like my original plan.
A few years later, I checked with the Samaritans whether this was an accepted approach. I was told, "God, no!" I did suggest that they consider it, but I don't think that they have taken it on board.
