Written by: Rosalina Ruiz, RSS, MHP
CW: SUICIDE
I have lived with depression and suicidal thoughts since I was a teen. I always felt alone and hopeless. Over the years, I began to meet others like me. One friend in particular named Kim changed the way I saw depression and suicide even as someone who still has an ongoing relationship with both.
I met Kim when I was 22 and she was 17. The first time Kim called me to tell me she loved me, I felt like she was saying goodbye. I stayed on the phone with her while I drove to her house. Right as I turned onto her block, she burst into tears and confessed that she was going to end it all. Her mom had gotten fired, she hadn’t been able to get a job, and her childhood cat passed away. I was crying, too, because I couldn’t imagine what would have happened if I had just let her hang up. When I got to her house, I knocked on her door, and she opened it and hugged me.
The second time, Kim messaged me on Snapchat. At this time, our lives led us to live in two different states. I would visit her as often as I could, but it was hard because I worked 80-100 hours a week. I remember seeing the message “I love you, I’m so sorry.” I ran to my coworker, told her I had an emergency, and I called Kim. At the same time, I called the police department in her state. She talked to me for a while, but eventually told me, “you won’t get here in time now.” My heart sank. I begged her to stop and told her that I loved her. She had been doing so well. I promised her as soon as my shift was over, I’d make the drive to her. She hung up, but I knew the police were on their way. The police said they would call me back when they got there. When I got the call from the Police Department, I answered. They asked me, “do you know her name?” I gave the officer her full name and answered all the questions as best I could. “You saved her life, thank you,” they said. I cried for the last hour of my shift.
A week later I got a text from Kim that said, “you’re not a real friend,” and she blocked me. She was mad. It upset me, but I gave her space. A few days later, her roommate updated me on her hospitalization and when she returned home, I got a text that said, “I’m sorry, I love you. Do you forgive me?” I called her immediately and said, “of course I do, how are you?”



