I remember the first time a friend told me he was contemplating killing himself. I was a freshman in college, and he was a senior in high school. We were chatting over instant messenger, and he went quiet and wrote, “Dianna, I have a bottle of pills in my hand.”
All I could think to say was, “Please don’t. You’re my friend and I love you. Please get some help.” I couldn’t do anything else but repeat “I love you; stay here” until he told me he had put the pill bottle away and was calling his sister for help.