Invisible Scars – Paramedic Iván Zamudio

Article published at: Feb 26, 2025
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I'm a paramedic. I've been riding in an ambulance for nine years. I've seen it all: births in traffic jams, shootings, falls, accidents. But some calls stay with you.

One morning, we responded to a call about a suicide attempt. A young woman had jumped from a second-story window. When we arrived, we found her conscious, with visible fractures. Her name was Karina. She was 19 years old.

While we were restraining her, she cried silently. She took my wrist and whispered:
“Don’t scold me. I just didn’t know who to ask for help.”

I talked to her the whole way in the ambulance. I told her she could rebuild her life. She didn't look at me, but she didn't let go of my hand. When we arrived at the hospital, the doctors continued treating her. I stood in the hallway, feeling like I hadn't done enough.

A week later I returned to the same hospital. I asked about her. They told me she had died from a pulmonary embolism, a post-surgical complication.

Since then, every time I receive a mental health call, I treat it with the same urgency as a cardiac arrest. I understood that not all emergencies are visible and that invisible wounds can be just as deadly. More than saving lives, I now know that I must protect hope and listen with empathy, because behind every silence lies a deep desire to live.

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