When I told my therapist and my psychiatrist, lucky me they didn't send me to a mental clinic…
But in the time I was actively trying to ctb, I used to do crying walks at 22h00 or 23h00 in a park near my house (I knew it was dangerous but I didn't care in that time). I stopped and take sit in a bench at the shadow of beautiful trees and started crying out loud, I didn't notice that someone was approaching to me, when he was near I saw that he has a stick in his hand, he was a homeless man, I thought "ok, this is it :/", and then he say goodnight and sit down next to me, I didn't ran away, get scared, scream or anything, just say good night back to him. He ask me what happened why I am crying… and I confess him all my problems, he swore at me because it was really dangerous for me to wonder around like that so late at night, that someone could kill me or worse (while saying this he hits the stick in the ground) then he told me his life, he was a veteran of my country and his sons forgot him and his wife was very bad, he was living decades as a homeless, he cheer me up and wished me luck, also told me that if he would have a daughter like me his life would be different and definitely not a homeless… that make cry a lot.
He call himself Don Rambo, after that day I always gift him a chocolate and say hi to him with grateful every time I seen him. I haven't seen him in years, I hope he is safe and sound now…
Or at least I hope he Rest In Peace…