A Dark Day, Dark Thoughts

It's felt like dusk all day; every since I was woke up this morning by my PCA. The clouds have been darker than usual, the sun, a far off thought, definitely not to be seen on this Wednesday, of simple day in June. And it seems fitting, considering the circumstances that have occurred in the past 24 hours of my world, here in the heart of Minneapolis.

A friend of mine attempted to commit suicide last night.

And the good news? She didn't succeed. Better yet, she honestly didn't want to die. After taking the pills, she called a friend, telling her what she just did. The friend told her to call 911 and thankfully she listened. Medical personnel were there within minutes, taking her the nearest ER.

After a round of meds to protect the liver, charcoal to cleanse the system, and an IV for fluids, she is now "for sure" going to be fine. This woman is one of my closest friends and I'd be a lost, friendless puppy without her. I just returned from talking to her, having visited her at the hospital. It felt weird being there. What does one say to someone in a situation like this?

You know they're embarrassed, ashamed, confused, and worst of all, totally and completely depressed, so you don't want to delve right into the giant elephant conversation-topic to start out with, but thankfully my friend seemed like her old self, and brought it up herself. She explained everything; what she was feeling and why, and this was in fact not her first time attempting such a thing.

I am just very sad right now. Nothing else seems to matter - dumb friends, annoying exes, broken ramps, even the weather - when something of this magnitude occurs. You realize pretty fast what your pecking order is for "things that are important in your life."