Today, I saved a girl's life. She was trying to commit suicide. I saved her even though there is an ocean seperating us. She posted it on her blog. People sent her positive messages but she went through with it. She posted she took the pills. That she was feeling dizzy, tired, numb...

I panicked. I clicked her ''about me'' page and there was a picture of her and half her name. I decided then and there that if she had social media I would fucking find it. And I did. I found her FB and even though it was on private, I managed to contact her mother.

I sent the message, that her daughter was in her room, had OD'd on pills nearly an hour ago. I had no idea if she was still alive. I recieved a curt ''Thank you, I found her and called 911''.


Her mother then posted onto her daughter's blog 2 hours later (it was still open on the computer) and thanked everyone that sent her daughter positive messages. That she was in the hospital and being treated.

I saved her daughter's life. I'm the one who told her her daughter was DYING. I saved her life from across the fucking world with half a name and a picture. And she thanks the people that sent her messages ''Don't do it'' ''We care!''.

I don't know. I'm glad she's safe. I'm really relieved, I cried. I was so happy. But still. I feel really proud of the fact I was able to save her. But it kind of hurts not to get recognized for it??

Is that wrong??