I love how, after a person commits suicide, people say, "If only we'd known. If only they'd told us how much they were hurting."

I am telling people. I am screaming it at people. No one is listening. And what is going to the ER going to do? I know everyone in the ER; I used to work there. That's career sabotage for me. Besides, what? I go to the hospital? And no one visits just like every other time I've been to the hospital? I'm responsible to get myself there and back?

Why am I even here?