I've called them twice in my life.
On both occasions, I was at my absolute lowest and didn't want to bother anyone. The Samaritan I spoke to on each occasion helped calm me down, helped me reflect on my situation and encourage me to talk to my friends as opposed to shutting them out and spiralling into darkness on my own.
I couldn't tell you what was said - it was a long time ago and an utter blur - but I can tell you I could barely speak at the start of each call as I was a sobbing, hyperventilating mess. By the end of the call, I felt empowered to start finding a coping strategy.
They're good people. You know, if you call to kill yourself, they have to listen to you? They'll only call an ambulance if you give them permission. It's one of the hardest voluntary roles out there; they're the salt of the earth.
They don't fix, they just listen. If you want someone to solve your problems, you need to call a specific advice helpline during the day. If you are struggling and just need a shoulder to cry on, they're there, 24/7.
They were what I needed at the time. Someone to listen, to acknowledge that life was indeed very hard, and to encourage me to look around me and accept the help that my friends were willing to provide and I had been too distressed to previously accept.
I'm very grateful to anyone who currently volunteers or who has ever volunteered for the Samaritans. I don't need to speak to them now, but I still feel comforted knowing that if I ever get to that point again, they'll be there.