so maybe this is only important to me, but about a month ago we had a pretty ‘typical’ suicide patient in my ER. she was 19. we gave her charcoal and made her throw up and gave her lots of fluids and she was able to leave our ER to get better help that next morning. but once she was awake, i went into her room and held her hand while she cried. i pulled her hair back while she threw up and rubbed her back because no one was there with her.
Last night, she walked back into my ER and asked for me by name. I came outside and she gave me the biggest hug and we talked for a while.
But let me tell you something: the first time i hugged her she smelled like blood and charcoal and puke. And the last time i hugged her, she smelled like flowery perfume and chlorine and chocolate ice cream. And it’s the most wonderful change i have ever experienced.
Don’t ever think that you don’t mean enough. Don’t ever think you aren’t worth it.
There is always someone who wants to hold you while you cry, even if you haven’t met them yet.
(Source: arealarchaeopteryx, via yea-lets-do-this-shit)
