I called a suicide hotline on November 17, 2011, and a man named Ben saved my life.
I entered a partial inpatient program on November 19th and spent until January 19th in that program and an intensive outpatient program.
I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and put on proper medication, and I slowly began to feel like a real person. I didn’t have fifty moods a day, didn’t scream my head off at people any longer and stopped cutting.
The scars are all but gone now.
Then I made a trip on a whim to South Carolina to visit a friend and met my SO. Now, nearly two years and 1800 miles later, we’re still together, still being frank about my disease when it causes problems and learning how to be adults together.
I owe Ben on the other side of the line my life.
Thanks, Ben.
Kindness Blog 
Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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I was a volunteer on a Helpline for years so take my word for it, Ben remembers you and would say, “It’s all part of the job.” I still remember my toughest calls like it was yesterday.
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I want to thank Ben too…Your blog posting make a positive difference in my life! Again, thank you Ben!
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Thank you, to Ben!
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Thanks for calling and thanks for sharing your story. There are Ben’s out there to help, so your retelling this will encourage others to reach out. I am delighted you are around to tell it and are doing well. Best wishes to you, BTG
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