When they reach out to you for help…

Normally on Wednesday’s I do a book review, however something more important came up yesterday that I thought we should discuss instead.

Trigger warning: Suicide

Around 3pm yesterday I got a Facebook message that I pray I never get again. “I’m going to kill myself. You were awesome.” My heart stopped, I couldn’t breath, and all I wanted to do was save my friend.

I was at work when this happened, and I’m so grateful that my bosses understood what I was going though. They let me hide in the office until I could make sure he was safe and sound.

But I realized, as I was going through the steps to find my friend, that not everyone knows what to do when they get a text like that. So I thought I would give you a step by step guide on how to handle suicide attempts.

1. Breath! You are not responsible for another person’s life and you can’t help anyone if you’re in the middle of a crisis. This is a step I always forget to do, which was made very clear as I had a full blown panic attack in the middle of the restaurant.

2. Try to figure out where they are. If you can get them to answer you stay on the line with them as long as you can. Get them talking and figure out where they are. If you have to call other people and work together to find them.

3. Get help to them. Rather it’s you or an ambulance, get help to them ASAP. If you know for a fact you can talk them down and it’s safe for you to go, do so. But if there is any chance you won’t make it in time please call 911 first. In my case, my friend would not answer his phone. It took me a while to figure out where he was at, but as soon as I did I got police on the way.

4. Don’t worry about them being mad at you. I would rather you be mad than dead. They will get over it because they know that you just want them to be safe.

5. Breath! Once you’ve followed all of the above steps and you know they are safe please take time to take care of yourself. The thought of losing someone is traumatizing and you need to take care of yourself as soon as you can.

6. Follow up with them. Check in as soon as you can, make sure they are okay, and offer support. Recommend therapy options in a nonjudgmental way. Let them know that your still there for them and that you don’t think any less of them. This is a hard thing for everyone involved and everything said should be from a place of love.

I hope this helps you in the off chance you ever get that phone call or text. I pray that you don’t, but I understand that the world just doesn’t work like that sometimes.

If you’re feeling suicidal and you need help but don’t feel safe calling friends or family please call your local emergency services or suicide hotline. There is always someone who can help.

https://www.dosomething.org/us/about/hotline-list

Wednesday Book Review Unworthy By Anneli Rufus

Unworthy: How to stop hating yourself by Anneli Rufus

My rating: 2.5/5 stars

Book trigger warnings:

There are mentions of rape, child molestation, abuse, and suicide. They never go into detail but they are there.

Unworthy is marketed as a self help book that will teach you how to stop hating yourself. Here the author Anneli Rufus takes us through her life of self hate and shows us how to dig out of this hole and how to stop being so hard on ourselves. Or at least, that’s what the goal of this book was. There are some really good parts to this book, but overall I was not impressed.

The first thing I noticed was how deeply I related to her when she spoke about her mother. It was like reading the pages from my own story, but from the mindset of an only child. Early in to the book I learned that she suspects her mother of having BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder), which my Mother was diagnosed with before I was even born. I loved that she shared this part of herself with me because it really opened up a new outlook for my past that I had never thought of before. She speaks of her Mother with love and understanding, even though Anneli knows that she was the cause for her self esteem issues. She forgives her mother and loves her anyways, which is a skill I am consistently trying to learn.

The next thing I noticed was that Anneli was openly writing from a place of self hate. While I loved this approach as first, finding comfort in the relatability of the text, it lost it’s appeal the deeper I got. It went from “we’re in this together” to “look at how miserable I am.” The second and third chapters, personality flaws and self-esteem booby traps, are full of great advice, if you can weed through the endless amount of quotes and self hate. It’s wouldn’t be that big of a deal, if they didn’t take up the bulk of the book.

At the beginning of this story I felt like I had my own personal self-esteem warrior, clad in armor and ready to fight by my side as she lead me into the world of not hating myself. But towards the end it’s felt like the blind leading the blind. Like I was stuck in an endless Facebook feed of #selfcare quotes and tumbler screen shots. Every once in a while you’ll find some jewels, but most of it’s just negative garbage.

The other issue I have is that she refers to auto-phobia as the fear of one’s self. While that is the literal translation, it is more commonly known as the fear of being alone. If anyone reading her book tried to look up auto-phobia for more information they would find a different problem, though I feel both of these fears work together at times. I wish she had a short sentence starting “also known as” just to help clear up some information for her everyday readers.

Chapter 4 is where she loses me completely. In this chapter, The Upside to Low Self-Esteem, Anneli takes a positive twist to her narrative. She talks about all the good that comes from having low self-esteem and the lessons that we can learn from it. While I do agree with this, her approach angers me. She starts off the chapter by judging a woman on the bus with her, stating “The strappy skintight top and short shorts she’s wearing do not flatter her. I think she does not realize this.” She talks about how this woman is entitled and clearly thinks she’s better than everyone else on the bus. It does not occur to her at maybe this woman is overcompensating, having a bad day, or has a mental illness that she’s not being treated for. No, the only thing she sees is a woman talking loudly on the phone, dressed in slutty clothes.

She keeps with this holier than thou attitude through the rest of the chapter as she goes on to talk about how entitled Millennials are. How this high self-esteem kick has lead us to be more selfish, help other’s less, and generally not care about “social problems, current events, or energy conservation.” Honestly, I am very biased and completely disagree with her.However, even if this was the case I do not like the fact that she is putting down other people to prove a point. If this is the bright side to low self-esteem I’ve been doing things wrong my whole life.

However, my favorite chapter is the last. Here she goes back to the same tone she used in the first chapter, but instead of your defender she’s that friend you go to after a hard break up. She’s sitting there with ice cream and rum telling you “It’s okay to hurt and it will be get better with time.” If you read no other chapter in this book I do encourage you to read the last, just as a simple reminder that it’s okay to not be okay. That there is no rush to getting better, no rush to stop hating yourself. That baby steps are the way to go and that some day, you’ll be okay.

There is some really good information in this book and it helped me get a better understanding of myself along the way. I do like how honest Anneli was about her own mental health problems and I feel like parts of this book would be great for a blog or a memoir. Sadly, this falls flat as a self help book. There are some useful tips and advice scattered through out, but you could easily find this same information in a less judgmental way. If you are great at reading between the lines, or just like this style of writing, feel free… but I highly recommending skipping chapter 4 completely.