Please if you have suicidal thoughts, DO NOT post them online. Find someone you know IN REAL LIFE and TELL THEM you are having these thoughts. There are people out there who will help you. Please please please trust me on this. People can be so good, lovely, and nice and so so so many more things.
People on the internet can be highly influenced by what they see as well as there being plenty of people who are highly sensitive to the subject. This is not me saying you shouldn’t tell ANYONE this is me saying: find help. Actual help. REAL LIFE help.
Suicide hotlines included, that is REAL LIFE help.
Posting “I want to off myself” on the internet is not healthy. Not for you. And not for the people who see it.
I hurts me so bad. I’ve lost people and I can’t help but want to do more for those who struggle..
Suicide prevention week everybody. I’m sorry if this reads angry… I’m not I just feel so much and I love people so much.
It occurred to Pooh and Piglet that they hadn't heard from Eeyore for several days, so they put on their hats and coats and trotted across the Hundred Acre Wood to Eeyore's stick house. Inside the house was Eeyore.
"Hello Eeyore," said Pooh.
"Hello Pooh. Hello Piglet," said Eeyore, in a Glum Sounding Voice.
"We just thought we'd check in on you," said Piglet, "because we hadn't heard from you, and so we wanted to know if you were okay."
Eeyore was silent for a moment. "Am I okay?" he asked, eventually. "Well, I don't know, to be honest. Are any of us really okay? That's what I ask myself. All I can tell you, Pooh and Piglet, is that right now I feel really rather Sad, and Alone, and Not Much Fun To Be Around At All. Which is why I haven't bothered you. Because you wouldn't want to waste your time hanging out with someone who is Sad, and Alone, and Not Much Fun To Be Around At All, would you now."
Pooh looked at Piglet, and Piglet looked at Pooh, and they both sat down, one on either side of Eeyore in his stick house.
Eeyore looked at them in surprise. "What are you doing?"
"We're sitting here with you," said Pooh, "because we are your friends. And true friends don't care if someone is feeling Sad, or Alone, or Not Much Fun To Be Around At All. True friends are there for you anyway. And so here we are."
"Oh," said Eeyore. "Oh." And the three of them sat there in silence, and while Pooh and Piglet said nothing at all; somehow, almost imperceptibly, Eeyore started to feel a very tiny little bit better.
Because Pooh and Piglet were There.
No more; no less.
(A.A. Milne, E.H. Shepard)
National Suicide Prevention Week is actually in September
People really underestimate and undervalue the importance of telling your friends you love them, often and seriously. Don't make it a joke. Don't undermine the importance and truth of the message. Tell your friends you love them. They'll say it back.
And at some point, your heart will squeeze with joy at how casually the phrase is used in your conversations, and you'll realize just how important it is.
So apparently, it's national suicide prevention week.
NPR put a very well-meaning, well-intentioned article that... really misses the point.
None of their solutions or suggestions are feasible long-term things. I've called the 988 hotline quite a few times in the past few years, with mixed results. It was only meant to be a momentary stopgap, not a fix.
You know what would prevent more suicides, long-term?
Fixing.
Systemic.
Issues.
Most of my ideation stems from financial issues, past trauma, and current systemic injustices that I keep running into.
I think a lot of... not depressed, not suicidal people come up with these articles. At least, to me, it's quite clear that they don't have an understanding that it's quite a spectrum (yippee, just like autism).
Yesterday, I was describing it to a friend where, it isn't one incident that tips me over.
You know the low hum of a refrigerator?
That's what it's like. The thought is always there, and sometimes the sound is more noticeable.
So many things in our world have made living unbearable.
Anyway, instead of whining about it some more... I'm thinking, I want to write a KP fic around it. I've seen some but they haven't quite resonated with me - it's not the story I'm looking for. Like the autism series, I'm hoping to write something that is deeply personal (shudder) and an act of vulnerability. Where I hope people can come to a better understanding on what it's like to live with the debilitating nature of the disease.
Because I don't have a solid idea on who I want to focus on, for *once* (probably the first and last time), I'll be taking suggestions on the main character.
Starting to wonder if I have bipolar but then I would literally have almost every mental illness. Like fr I'm not kidding you, I'm a collector and I never chose this
3D Printing for Mental Health and Suicide Prevention
“Each year our high school recognizes Yellow Ribbon Week to promote positive mental health and suicide prevention. Rather than personalizing the notes to each student, I was inspired to use 3D printing as a way to make the message personally from me. These are some of my simplest designs and smallest prints, yet they are inspired by complex issues and I hope they make a big impact.”
September is #SuicidePreventionMonth so just a reminder depressed people can also be the ones that are productive, that laugh, that always are dressed and clean. Who love their relationships, but don´t love their life. Please share that love to those people too.
Why? When others have it harder than them?
Because this is not a competition on who suffers the most and who is allowed to receive care as a reward for the most painful life.
Because not everyone had the survival skills and tools to counter upsetting situations and people.
Because sadness and despair are human emotions that can not be measured by the impact any given situation has on one person.
Because, when someone is in pain, you shouldn´t tell them it´s ok to ignore them in order to treat someone else because they´re not in “enough pain”.
I can’t acknowledge my light without recognizing my darkness. I’m sharing a collection of very dark writing today for World Suicide Prevention Day. You can find it on my IG writing page at CariniArtsPoetry, but you’ve been warned ⚠️
Look I know humans need to be individually strong and able to function independently etc and stuff but also humans evolved to be in groups too and I don't have a group, I've spent 95% of my life without a group, and I just so desperately want someone to be as attached to me as I am to them. I have spent my whole life lonely by myself on the outside looking in and I don't want to be here anymore. I've experienced what it felt like to be inside a group now and this loneliness feels even worse now that I know what it felt like to belong.