As we sat in the hospital over our niece who attempted suicide, we discussed our own times when we had to admit needing help. Both of us were strong independent women, and there were times we needed to get over ourselves and let someone else take the wheel once in a while.

Watching my brothers daughter in the bed, at the edge of depression, I remembered when I was there. I explained to my brothers ex-wife (it's a complicated but very close relationship we all have) how hard it was for me to admit that I needed help after my mom's suicide. When I was at the edge of that cliff myself. When it was time to ask for help, getting someone to listen. So many times, when you are at the edge, you don't want to die, you just need help and don't know where to go to ask, so it's a SCREAM for help.

I love that little girl so much, and this thread so reminds me how quickly our lives can go from "Organized and in control, happy and fulfilled".... to "at the edge of a cliff, and scared to face tomorrow"

Keep your networks in tact. Keep your friendship lines open.