My mother and I sat back to back on the tiny step stool used to help patients scoot up on examining tables. My sister laid in the bed beside us, disoriented and fearful. She’d tried to commit suicide again.
The emergency ward was overflowing with people seeking attention, and the presence of several officers in uniform indicated that this was an unusual time.
“Busy night?” I asked one whose leg brushed up against me.
He looked down and considered who he was talking to. “Yes,” he said. “Always is on a blue moon.”
Say what you will about superstition, but there is something to the phenomena of full moons. When I used to be a customer service representative for the phone company, our bosses would bring in treats to keep us going through the onslaught of bizarre phone calls that accompanied full moons. Aliens, wiretapping, and conspiracy theories replaced our typically routine calls.
Blue moons – the occurrence of two full moons in a month – seem to be worse. My sister was one of many that night who, swayed by a force they could not articulate, tried to end their lives. She was not successful, and her efforts fortunately landed her in professional care, but we all knew it was only a matter of time until it happened again.
Today’s lunar activity is being dubbed a super blue moon. Take extra care out there, all who suffer from mental illness, and those who love them.