My name is Kim Johnson and I was born and raised in the United States. Two teenagers in my city died by suicide today. I wonder how many people die by suicide and their deaths are unreported.
I learned today, during my LivingWorks Start training, that there are an average of 132 people that die by suicide every day. That is just reported suicides.
I wonder how that number might shrink if we each had someone close to us that was ready, willing and able to talk about suicide?
Things I often heard on the Suicide Crisis Prevention line from people that would call for help:
“I just don’t know what to do anymore.”
“I wish someone would care and ask what’s wrong.”
“Does anyone care?”
“Nothing matters anymore. I see no other end to this.”
“It is all just too much.”
What if we felt and spoke things that didn’t match or add up? How difficult and scary it may be to ask about suicide directly?
Speaking about suicide saves lives!
What is your experience, that moment, when you felt like you had no one to turn to? What did that feel like when you were not seen or when you were ignored?
As someone looking in, how might you respond when someone expresses these thoughts out loud to you or if you found out this is how they felt?