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08 May 2009

On top of the world, looking over the edge... I had a powerful dream last night. [More:] I was taking a vacation. On my way to the airport, we stopped due to a commotion in a parking lot. A young woman was climbing a tall communication tower. Folks were screaming at her not to jump, but she wouldn't heed them. Later, on vacation, I was witness to a second suicide by the same method. A woman climbed a tall structure, looked out over the world, and said good-bye.

Afterwards, the witnesses were called into a meeting. Nathan Fillion (I blame xkcd) was saying that we had to do something about these suicides. They were organizing people to watch for jumpers, to patrol the towers. I'd been an observer for most of the dream, barely present at all (as one can be in dreams), but I felt the need to say something. I could barely find my voice, but I told the assembled crowd that I understood suicide. I said that sometimes, it comes from feeling powerless, or voiceless. I suggested that they talk to someone, and do so with an open mind. Find a relative stranger when your strange relatives are the problem. Just reach out, and make a connection. Then I lost my voice.

So, if you're out there and feeling alone right now, please reach out. And if you're not; if you're in a relative place of stability right now, reach out to someone who might not know they need it. Just a few kind words and a smile can make a difference.
Eideteker, thank you for sharing your dream, you wrote about it so well. What a timely message, I will be sure to carry your dream with me today, and will offer my kindness at some point where none is expected.
posted by msali 08 May | 10:02
As I mentioned in an earlier thread, I've just finished reading the Suicide Index, which includes a tragiocomic description of the author's father's funeral (his is the suicide that makes the subject of the book) and describing the funeral, she writes:

Suicide isn't just a death; it's an accusation. It's a violent, public declaration of lonliness. It's a repudiation of connection. It says "you weren't enough to keep me here." It sets up unresolvable dilemmas of culpability and fault: were we to blame for being insufficient or was he to blame for finding us so? Someone had been weighed and found wanting, but who?


For complicated reasons, this passage has stayed with me. As an extension of those complicated reasons, I had been considering leaving a bag of fruit, or bread and hard cheese, or something at the edge of the alley where the homeless man lives on my block. I think this post has been a reminder to do, not just think of doing.
posted by crush-onastick 08 May | 10:15
Eide, I love you and I hate you in so many ways. This is brilliant. You genius adorable bastard.
posted by goshling 09 May | 05:43
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