TW/CW: Self Injury/Suicide
There is a woman on Threads who claimed to be a medic working in Minneapolis and saw Alex Pretti die was posting dozens of suicidal messages. People jumped in to help, including myself. I lost sleep over this girl. Spent hours praying and crying and calling authorities trying to get her help. After a few discrepancies in her story, I started sleuthing, and discovered a few stories on their Instagram bragging about their sudden increase in views and engagement.
My intuition was telling me to walk away. Talked to Rick and my therapist about it, and both agreed that I needed to walk away and get distance between myself and this chick. I wanted to post about my concerns, but KNEW I would get jumped on by the people that are following her, blindly.
WHELP! A few more well connected women ALSO had the same concerns… Nurses spoke up and said that the information given by this crazy person was impossible to have occurred. THEY called her out and were met with all out THREATS by this chick, who is so clearly unwell and needs attention.
I am so sorry for all of the other empathetic souls, like myself, who got sucked into this circus.
I had a good friend who took her own life. No note, no obvious explanation as to her reasons. Just here today, gone the next. Teen daughters sleeping upstairs, calls her husband, who is out playing a show. “Come home now.”
He arrived home to her hanging from the rafters in the garage.
She was an accomplished trauma nurse, was a kick ass guard in our local roller derby team, a sweet sweet soul packed into a tiny 4‘11” frame. She was fire and ice, a natural redhead. An absolute blast to be around.
No one had any idea that she was struggling. We’ll never know her reasons.
So when I find out that someone is lying about a suicide attempt just for attention and views, I get REALLLLLLLLLLYYYYY upset.
When the shit hit the fan last night, and this girl’s story unraveled, I watched as dozens of people figured out in real time that they had been duped, just like me. All of these people had their heartstrings not only tugged, but ripped out of their chests. The pain and betrayal is palpable right now.
I am so glad that I disengaged when I did, because I think I would be more hurt than I already am.
Anyway, enough of that…
I worked my booty off yesterday getting ten lots drafted, photographed, and listed.
I made a delicious lentil and chickpea stew, using the last of the canned goods we had. I made sure to add a few carby/starchy things like three potatoes, and a handful of quartered baby carrots to make it more filling. Rick brought a loaf of sourdough bread home after work. Rick scarfed his entire bowl down in a matter of three minutes, and kept mumbling about how it it was between bites. It was VERY yummy.
I am sitting here listening to the homeless man who has made the bridge next to our apartment his home, HOLLERING. He’s been at it for two hours. I caved and called the non-emergency police number and asked for a welfare check. The dispatcher seemed super compassionate as she asked me pertinent questions. The fact that our apartment faces the street means that I have full eyes and ears on him. They’re sending a car out to check on him. There have been a few suicide attempts on this bridge, and I don’t want this guy to end up on the 110 freeway, dead.
I have an appointment with my psych nurse practitioner at 10:15. I am going to ask about going back on the Wellbutrin, and will report the adverse side effects of the Ambien. I am looking forward to feeling more stable again, once the meds have a chance to resettle.
Today is the one year anniversary of my engagement to Rick. A few days shy of our 2nd anniversary. We are going for a pint of Guinness at our favorite Irish pub tonight after he gets home from work.
This project will wrap by early next week, then Rick has a side gig with his last employer. But unemployment is set to run out in like two months, so we need to get more money coming in, so there is a cushion to handle the rent and bills.
After my appointment, I am going to list ten more items, if I can. IF the wifi decides to cooperate…
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