Bottle of Vicodin

Last night an acquantance of mine -- whom I was quickly becoming friends -- attempted suicide. I don't know all the details, because her good friends don't want to spread rumors and stories, but apparantly a friend found her (or she found a friend) before it was too late. She was taken to the hospital and she's doing fine now, medically at least.

When I heard about it, I just froze in place. I wanted to cry. I don't know why I didn't. Maybe I was too surprised. Maybe I'm just a jackass. But I genuinely felt -- feel -- so . . . something.

I feel so empathetic, something. I just want to give her a hug, hold her hand, and tell her "I know."