A few months back I tried to kill myself. I suppose it was a fluke, or maybe I'm just too idiot-like to know how to do it right. I was stabbing at my wrist with one of my pocketknives, trying to cit it open. I suppose I should have stabbed harder, but the physical pain was awful. All I wanted to do is get past the emotional pain. I called FOUR crisis lines. And no one gave a damn. WTF is wrong with asking for help? I made it a point to write about what happened, so here's the reacted version- Even now, when I have talked with "professionals" about it, they don't believe me. They look at my wrist...and it's healed. I don't scar. Cannot be any more simple than that. I had a wood chisel cut my hand all the way to the bone & muscle. And I can barely see the scar. I know what I did that night. Nothing fake about it at all. But to the professionals....all the count are the bodies of those that succeeded, they don't care about IF someone lives or not. Bodies=paychecks for them.