Dear Sir or Madam….
My supervisor forwarded your message to the division in which she would serve. As an advocate of volunteer service, I know you realize that service can alleviate many kinds of depressions. And sometimes, it can’t. I don’t know what the next steps will be. However, it will be useful for the staff to be aware of your friends special vulnerability to herself and others.
I thought that you were courageous.
There are places to serve much closer to your friend’s doctor…They can be found by on-line searches.
I expect there are some mid-season opportunities open as well….
Aaah, the joys of volunteering. Do you suppose that someone is watching over me. Making sure that the ‘sharps’ don’t get slipped into the pocket of my Mother Theresa approved workpants…Some supervisor somewhere down the line of red tape is aware of the suicide attempts, the lack of ‘old college’ try when it comes to staying clean and sober.
I am vulnerable I suppose. I smile ever so sweetly with my new-found friends the Blue Shade of Bombed Out in Virginia Volunteers. I just hope they like me…
I lost all my friends on Facebook.
Keep your fingers crossed for me in my endeavours to devour what is good in others and learn not a speck of respect in my tryst to making it all about me..
Volunteer on I say..
Yours not Truly,
Ambien, the Annie C., Grace