My son is gone. I feel dangerously close to the edge. The stress is killing me. I followed my safety plan. The three people I contacted didn't do anything. One was too busy, one yelled at me, and one changed the subject. I called the suicide hotline and talked to someone for a bit. It made me feel a tiny bit better, but I can't handle this stress knowing I have no support anywhere.

Thanks for reading my rambling.

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