Three times this week I have had to talk someone out of hurting themselves or worse, and yesterday someone decided to livestream their attempt. They're okay now, thank God.

I'm feeling the weight right now. I consider it my duty to help people if I see them talking about hurting themselves because what else am I supposed to do, keep on scrolling? So I help when I can. I figure that I'll let myself feel the weight of it later, and if I make a difference to them that means that for them, there will be a "later."

But God, this time it is hard. It is hard. I still see the screen and hear the voice when I close my eyes, and right now I feel like if you pushed me hard enough I'd fall over and shatter like fine china. I don't think I have it in me right now to do it one more time this week and I am just flat praying that no one else has a moment of crisis.

I'm not in danger of hurting myself, don't worry. I'll get over it. But right now, things are hard, and I really hope that three is the limit for the week.