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I just needed to tell someone. I hope you all don't mind...
What a wake-up call. I wish it had literally waken me up, because he called me at 3 a.m. and then three more times before 5:00 on Tuesday morning. I didn't get the messages until Tuesday evening after work because I didn't check my voice mail. When I did, I immediately called him back and got his voice mail. He is a truck driver and on the road most of the time, so he only has a cell phone number. His home is in Kentucky; mine is in Pennsylvania.
Normally he calls me back within a few hours, or at least by the end of the day. I called him eight times in two days with no response. He is not the type to be melodramatic or anything; he is usually funny and upbeat. By the next day I was panicking and I called information to get the names of hospitals in his area. No luck, so I called the police and had them send someone out to his house. They called me back and said that no one was home. He has two roommates, so I asked if they'd go back later and check again and leave a message with his roommates to call me. I didn't hear back but then I called the police again the next day and they still had no information on him.
Finally, after work on Thursday I saw his name on my caller ID. He had left a voice mail message telling me how sorry he was, that he didn't even remember calling me (he was obviously drunk that morning) and that he hadn't been able to get to his cell phone as he was held in the psychiatric ward at some hospital in Erie, PA for 48 hours. He has 15 stitches in his wrists. When I called him, he answered but he was with his brother and his brother's friend. He didn't want to talk in front of them, so he promised to call me as soon as he gets a minute alone.
I'm still not over feeling guilty. I can't help thinking, what if he hadn't gotten help in time and I was the last person he tried to call? I was like his "lifeline". I know he didn't want to die or he wouldn't have tried so urgently to get ahold of me. I can't imagine living without him being around, even while he is rarely close by... He is still very much a part of my life. I talk to him at least twice a week, we send each other letters and pictures, and he sends me CD's of music he's written and composed. He is too important of a person and too intelligent to do such a thing! Part of me is angry with him for putting me through that, but another part of me is angry with myself for thinking such selfish thoughts. He apologized profusely and I told him to not be sorry, that I was just glad he is okay, which is true.
I hope that I made him realize that he must never ever try something like that again, if not for his own sake, for the sake of people who love him. I don't think he realized how much people cared about him. He was literally amazed that I went through the trouble of calling long distance to hospitals and the cops and everything. I was amazed that he was amazed that I would do that! I do know that he felt very alone, and I feel so terrible that I wasn't able to help him at that time. I know what it feels like to feel that alone, but I know there is always some kind of way out and that things WILL get better if I force them to!
Anyway, I don't really have much of a point other than needing to get this stuff out, and I know there are a lot of really good people here who might understand that. Thanks for "listening" and remember to let the people you love know how much you love them.
~ashes
What a wake-up call. I wish it had literally waken me up, because he called me at 3 a.m. and then three more times before 5:00 on Tuesday morning. I didn't get the messages until Tuesday evening after work because I didn't check my voice mail. When I did, I immediately called him back and got his voice mail. He is a truck driver and on the road most of the time, so he only has a cell phone number. His home is in Kentucky; mine is in Pennsylvania.
Normally he calls me back within a few hours, or at least by the end of the day. I called him eight times in two days with no response. He is not the type to be melodramatic or anything; he is usually funny and upbeat. By the next day I was panicking and I called information to get the names of hospitals in his area. No luck, so I called the police and had them send someone out to his house. They called me back and said that no one was home. He has two roommates, so I asked if they'd go back later and check again and leave a message with his roommates to call me. I didn't hear back but then I called the police again the next day and they still had no information on him.
Finally, after work on Thursday I saw his name on my caller ID. He had left a voice mail message telling me how sorry he was, that he didn't even remember calling me (he was obviously drunk that morning) and that he hadn't been able to get to his cell phone as he was held in the psychiatric ward at some hospital in Erie, PA for 48 hours. He has 15 stitches in his wrists. When I called him, he answered but he was with his brother and his brother's friend. He didn't want to talk in front of them, so he promised to call me as soon as he gets a minute alone.
I'm still not over feeling guilty. I can't help thinking, what if he hadn't gotten help in time and I was the last person he tried to call? I was like his "lifeline". I know he didn't want to die or he wouldn't have tried so urgently to get ahold of me. I can't imagine living without him being around, even while he is rarely close by... He is still very much a part of my life. I talk to him at least twice a week, we send each other letters and pictures, and he sends me CD's of music he's written and composed. He is too important of a person and too intelligent to do such a thing! Part of me is angry with him for putting me through that, but another part of me is angry with myself for thinking such selfish thoughts. He apologized profusely and I told him to not be sorry, that I was just glad he is okay, which is true.
I hope that I made him realize that he must never ever try something like that again, if not for his own sake, for the sake of people who love him. I don't think he realized how much people cared about him. He was literally amazed that I went through the trouble of calling long distance to hospitals and the cops and everything. I was amazed that he was amazed that I would do that! I do know that he felt very alone, and I feel so terrible that I wasn't able to help him at that time. I know what it feels like to feel that alone, but I know there is always some kind of way out and that things WILL get better if I force them to!
Anyway, I don't really have much of a point other than needing to get this stuff out, and I know there are a lot of really good people here who might understand that. Thanks for "listening" and remember to let the people you love know how much you love them.
~ashes