Help your Child, Auntie Jessica! Every time I think, I find myself stepping ever closer to the noose and it is very close now! I just want to cut my arms and let the blood flow out until there is none left. Until I am dead! I breathe, I pant, I try to calm myself…oh, Mother, cast your protective mantle over your Child once more! May he finally be able to find his way back home in your tender-loving arms.
The noose gets closer and closer and I feel nothing but darkness left over inside of me. I try to step out of this darkness but there is nothing on the other side I fear! I walk closer and closer to the noose. Closer and closer to ending my life. Closer and closer…I fear losing you, myself, others. I fear the fires of Hell that they are dragging me into! I fear, Mother, I fear! Help me. Pray for your Child! Pray that each day, the noose moves farther away than your Child is able to walk to it. This must be done now for I am looming ever so closer. So close to ending my life. Pray the noose becomes more distant to me than I near to it.
Mother, why must I suffer constantly with these suicidal thoughts? Is there any way out?