This morning I received a call from my friend who I hadn’t seen in over a year. I know him from a job we had 5 years ago, though he worked in a different office so we didn’t interact face-to-face very often. Though we’ve stayed in touch over the years, and hung out a few times, we’ve never been super close and I can’t say I have a great grasp on his personal life.
Which is why I’m surprised I was the one he called to tell me he tried to kill himself this morning.
Right away, I could tell he wasn’t right. After a few pleasantries, he broke down and told me through tears that he couldn’t take it anymore. “It” being the lifestyle he’s found himself living the past three months, which began with a cross-country move to a new city for a job.
From what I could gather, his issues are that he has no friends in this new city, has had several scuffles with the locals (he’s white, but lives in a bad area of China Town, apparently,) is frustrated by his lack of transportation (grocery shopping is a 3-hour ordeal), and his lack of finances, part of which is due to the cost of him moving out for the job in the first place.
After explaining why he can’t take living there anymore, he dropped the bombshell (though he was very embarrassed and almost didn’t want to tell me–I didn’t press the issue at all and said it was up to him if he wished to share): He slit his wrist this morning.
Thankfully he apparently didn’t do a good job as he was no longer bleeding when he called (I checked!). I tried to explain this what he’s feeling is only temporary, and that while I can’t fully understand his current situation, that I went through something similar when I first moved cross-country 5 years ago (though never suicidal, I was definitely depressed, anxious, and stressed). I explained what he was feeling was temporary and told him he could stay at my place if he ever decided to move back and needs a place to stay. And he’s apparently already applied at “two hundred other jobs” (his words)–in any case, it seems he’s desperate to get out, but the lack of money or a job is preventing him from doing so.
I also strongly urged him to seek help through his employer’s health plan for therapy in the interim, which he agreed was a good course of action.
Obviously this is a very serious issue and I’m not at all an expert. I appreciate that he called me, but it also greatly concerns me…I don’t know if he called anyone else, or why he thought I would be the best person to go to, but it’s worrying that there might be no one else he can confide to–I’m hundreds of miles a way; there’s not a ton I can do from here.
And as such, I don’t know what all it is that I SHOULD be doing to make sure he gets through this. Hell, I don’t even know if there is enough that I can be doing.
Has anyone else gone through this? What more can I do to help and make sure his doesn’t attempt to kill himself again? I want to check up on him, but I also don’t want to over-do it, if that’s possible? Any help or direction at all would be greatly appreciated.