CTL 5

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Haha, I guess I'm working on Sundays after all. The statistics show that the volume of suicide callers surges substantially (20-25%, can't remember the percentage exactly) on Sunday nights.

So I will work.

Today... was a good day. Fruitful. Reflective. They worked well, and they are holding on.

I'm bracing for the day when I lose one.

I'm finding that I really want to tell other people. Say, hey, I work on a crisis text line. No, I'm not bragging, I want you to know I'm kind of stressed. I'm trying to take care of myself, but it's a bit hard without any friends I can share with, or friends that actively try to support me.

But I feel like most of the time people will just shrug their shoulders and not know what to say. And it's not like I can tell them what exactly is bothering me, just that I'm bothered. I just want some company for the ride, is all.

I love NeedToBreathe. I have a newfound appreciation for the song "Brother". It is my preparation song, for when I center myself for work. The lyrics are so... true. So, so true...

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