Hanging In The Mausoleum

I posted this somewhere else, but this is my story: I was an emergency dispatcher for the police department in my city, working overnights, when a woman called in to say her depressed husband had gone missing. She said he sometimes liked to go to a local (1800s-era) cemetery and just be alone. We sent two officers out to look for him, and they saw … Continue reading Hanging In The Mausoleum

Depression is a bitch

“She was depressed and suicidal. She called from a disconnected cell phone and refused to give me her location. I never stopped trying to to get a ping on her but it was an apartment complex and there wasn’t much I could do for that. “She refused to let me send anyone to her, refused to talk to EMS, suicide hotlines or supervisors. I answered the phone … Continue reading Depression is a bitch