Talking, it doesn’t solve everything but it does keep the light of life on long enough for the chemistry to change.
When I first started talking to my therapist, it made things a lot better. It really didn’t solve much. But, I felt better getting it off my chest. It was nice to have someone finally know what I was going through and show a little sympathy. I had put up a front that everything was fine, when really I was in heartache and depressed. It felt good talking with someone that knew I was feeling that way.
If that guy had grabbed a phone instead of the wrong pills he would have a chance at a life with good days in it.
Do you know whether or not the guy survived?