Monday, September 28, 2009
I've been feeling very peculiar today... my husband woke me in the middle of the night last night to tell me that one of his coworkers committed suicide. Not at work, but she did call someone at work after she took all the pills. Even though she was not someone that I knew, I only knew that my husband sometimes talked about her, I still feel really off about the whole thing. I had a hard time going back to sleep last night. I am feeling tense about it right now, which is why I am still up at this hour blogging and watching 'Super Nanny'. I guess what it comes down to is that this poor woman had no support system, and a serious mental health issue. Her coworkers have been trying to keep her afloat for some time, helping her financially and helping her take care of her home and pets. They knew she had a problem, but hospital management didn't want to get involved, and she had no close family. I know that one the one hand, I feel angry that someone who might have extended more help chose not to, but I also know that it might not have changed anything. This was someone who had a really serious problem, who *was on medication*, but in the end it just didn't matter.