1-800-SUICIDE marks its tenth anniversary this year. It was founded in 1998 by Reese Butler in memory of his wife, Kristin who had committed suicide. The Kristin Brooks Hope Center has helped almost three million callers connect to help and hope.
As they enter their second decade of service to the public, continued support is needed to ensure that the confidentiality of every caller is protected. Because they are totally privately funded, they need to prove to the government that they are capable of supporting 1-800-SUICIDE to keep control of the line from being taken over by the federal government.
The money you donate will not only be used to pay the phone bill that connects about 50,000 callers each month to the Hopeline Network, but will also be used to pay for training of online crisis counselors who will provide the same support via online counseling. This is where the young people of today reach out for help. The success of 1-800-SUICIDE is based on individuals in crisis knowing that any personal identifiable information is kept strictly confidential.
The Hope Center’s volunteer staff and Board remain committed to preserving confidential suicide prevention programs. Your action today assures their sustainability!
The Kristin Brooks Hope Center and its national 1-800-SUICIDE hotline is a great asset to our society – one of those private-sector initiatives called a “point of light.” For reasons of their own, certain officials within the government tried to snuff that light. With your help and support together we can prevent that tragedy from occurring and help the Hopelineachieve success in liberating 1-800-SUICIDE from government control permanently.
Don’t get the wrong idea, I’m just spreading the word. I’m an avid reader of the postsecret community, remember?
And if I ever decide to pull the plug by myself, you won’t be reading it here.
I bet many of you read the postsecret comunity on blogspot. Heck, i’m even on the facebook group
Each and every time I read a secret, I can relate to those people, and depending on the secret feel hope or despair for humanity.
It’s pretty addictive. It’s kinda like grouphug, if anybody remembers that anyway.
Today, I’ve spent about an hour after lunch reading secrets. This one killed me.
Depression is a bitch, I know. It took it’s time to kick in. Which still puzzles me. I know what it takes to get rid of it, been there and done that. But it does not make it any easier.
This one cracked me, because I want the same to happen to me. I can relate to the character so much.
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