Damned if I do, damned if I don't

The latest trend going viral on various groups and on Facebook is , " If suicide ever crosses your mind, just know that I would rather listen to your story than attend your funeral "
I am tempted to seek some clarification because of the following scenarios
Should I call you only if I feel suicidal or do you accept calls for casual chats also?
Suppose I call you casually and you are too busy to talk to me and this rejection makes me suicidal, should I call you back and clarify this point?
It may appear I am making fun about the whole issue, but we need to understand a very important point
In my opinion, suicide is not a sudden decision; rather it is the end result of piling up of depressing events in one's life time
It is possible that timely talk may avert suicide but it is difficult to diagnose which call is going to be the last one
Humans are compulsorily social animals and maintaining communication with other humans is very important for survival
Depression happens when this communication channel is blocked and the only way to unclog this channel is never to refuse to hear someone out
We are often tempted to avoid listening to people because they are "bores" , because their talking is so boring
In the past, in my posts, I have stressed so many times of maintaining communication with spouse and children, to go for tours together rather than with friends
This in fact is the only way to defuse possible future causes of depression and suicide
The present case of the actor is a pointer for us to be aware of all our acquaintances who live alone
We must try to meet our neighbors or friends or even strangers who live alone; if not meet because of covid, then at least talk to them from the safety of the balcony or by phone
Ironical that covid kills you if you meet people and suicide kills you if you are isolated!

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