I was busy putting together my new set, my fiance on his computer across the room, when I realized the live video he was watching was of our mutual friend, his coworker (my ex-coworker). I was barely even half-listening when the boy in the video stated something along the lines of "...I don't know how I walked through life pretending to be fucking happy. I don't know where I'm going. I can't go home. I'm just walking somewhere, anywhere...." And I turned to look. I was scared for him and deeply disturbed, as I knew what feeling those words grow out of. I knew them too terribly well. My fiance and I quickly, on the same brainwave, grabbed our phones to contact him. I just finished cleaning when I felt the urge to share this story with you all on SG...
I am so happy and relieved that my fiance was on Facebook; I usually tease him for it, as he lives off the big blue thing. But this time I'm happy. I don't know what would have happened if we had started playing WoW like we were about to. Would someone have heard his cry for help? Maybe nobody would have, since all of my ex-coworkers are overworked and perpetually exhausted. Maybe someone else would have found him and helped him, or possibly done worse. Maybe our own thoughts and bodies are the only ones who can destroy ourselves the most, and create the worst scars.
Either way, I'm happy we could be there for him. I sometimes find myself thinking that I wished I had had the voice to cry for help when I needed it so badly, too.
