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Don't Offer What You Cannot Give

Don't offer what you do not have. I'm talking money, time, love, care and anything else. Why? Because you disappoint when you fail. This post is actually calling out those who offer a listening ear and a caring shoulder to people suffering from depression or those who may be struggling with suicidal thoughts.
Okay, I get it. Nobody should attempt suicide, it's not a good thing, but it happens. Now, when it happens, you do not have to pretend to be an angel, it is bad. My post is in response to a display picture put up by my friend Aremu Abisola , please find it below.
Now, let's get down to business. Suicide is no joke and as such, it should not be something used to humour people. If you suspect that a person has suicidal thoughts and you know that you really do not care, please stay away. Most people only reach out to people during such times because they want gist. They just want to know what could be making you feel so bad, and once a person speaks about it, that's the end. In the name of humanity, (because some of you don't fear God) stop it.
Nothing aggravates suicidal thoughts more than having your confidante turn you into a social buffet. If you think it's stupid to contemplate suicide, fine. If you think it's cowardice, fine. But do not become an unsolicited newscaster based off info from another man's challenges, the least you can do is find someone else, a professional to help. 
One last thing, related and unrelated to this subject matter. Stop sharing screenshots of private chats. If a person wanted to tell the whole world, the timeline would have been used. 
Have a lovely day.

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