It always makes me sad when somebody didn't/couldn't get the right help in time. Reading this woman's blog... this *stranger's* final words to a social networking community, I felt her pain. I'm pretty balanced (almost "normal" by some people's standards) right now, but that could have been me a thousand times already. I've been completely numb, in a trance, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep and not wake up. I survive an illness that kills many, but how? How do so many of us live an internal hell and come out the other side of it? Nobody deserves to live and die this way... using our own hands to take our own lives and ruining countless others'. The majority of us have treatable illnesses, but we have to try, push and work for it. It's obtainable and worth the hardship that comes with recovering. If you ever read a post like @TheBethBlog's react immediately. Find out who they know and get somebody over there. Sometimes it's too late, but at least you tried to save a life.
RIP thebeth.net
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