Really? I think its very fair to say that on the first page at least (I could not bear to read further) there was only a single mention of getting "help", and even that was after a long post telling him to "GET A GRIP" among other things. 
There is a time and a place for internet slapfights and I don't think this is it. Perhaps pages 2+3 are filled with genuine helpfulness, love and support, and not even a hint of anything else. I have not read them, but I will give them all the benefit of the doubt and I immediately apologize after rushing to judge after a heatbreaking first page. But in any case, he would get even more care with a genuine professional. I think this is fair.
If zentor wants to give his general area we can all help research into low-cost or free mental health services in the area. It cannot possibly hurt.
There is a time and a place for internet slapfights and I don't think this is it. Perhaps pages 2+3 are filled with genuine helpfulness, love and support, and not even a hint of anything else. I have not read them, but I will give them all the benefit of the doubt and I immediately apologize after rushing to judge after a heatbreaking first page. But in any case, he would get even more care with a genuine professional. I think this is fair.
If zentor wants to give his general area we can all help research into low-cost or free mental health services in the area. It cannot possibly hurt.
Mary Immaculate, star of the morning
Chosen before the creation began
Chosen to bring for your bridal adorning
Woe to the serpent and rescue to man.
Sinners, we honor your sinless perfection;
Fallen and weak, for your pity we plead;
Grand us the shield of your sovereign protection,
Measure your aid by the depth of our need.
Bend from your throne at the voice of our crying,
Bend to this earth which your footsteps have trod;
Stretch out your arms to us, living and dying,
Mary Immaculate, Mother of God.
Chosen before the creation began
Chosen to bring for your bridal adorning
Woe to the serpent and rescue to man.
Sinners, we honor your sinless perfection;
Fallen and weak, for your pity we plead;
Grand us the shield of your sovereign protection,
Measure your aid by the depth of our need.
Bend from your throne at the voice of our crying,
Bend to this earth which your footsteps have trod;
Stretch out your arms to us, living and dying,
Mary Immaculate, Mother of God.
