#tw for suicide

[aurae-rori]

I just think there is something so inherently beautiful about choosing to live, despite it all. You have touched the depths of hell, sunken in magma, drowned in blue fire - and yet, even though your fingertips have touched death's in some sort of cruel, twisted dance, you choose to live. You shouldn't have had to go through those things, and I am so sorry that you did. But it's going to be okay.

Not every day is going to be easy. Life isn't easy. But it is beautiful to wake up and choose to continue, even on the days where you don't want to get out of bed. I think those good moments in the future - the future that you do have, mind you - will make it worth the run. There are people waiting for you, out there. There is someone, there, in the future, even if their face is blurry, who is extending their hand to you.

They will be real. You can grab their hand and pull yourself out. You can hang on just a little bit longer.

You can choose for yourself. You are not anybody else's puppet.

Choose yourself. Choose this hellish life, because when winter blows over, spring will come again.

Even if it's for something small - it's worth it. You are worth it.

Please, continue to live.

[spinningbagel]

Erm,,, blood warning for the drawing and warning for implied/mentioned murder & suicide for the writing.

Timeloop!Sheriff is not sane 🫶🫶

When you’re forced to relive the same day over and over, one loop or another you’re bound to snap, not caring if your bullets hit your comrades or your enemies. You don’t listen to their pleas, only watching as you paint the white snow red.

And when the fog in your mind clears you’ll stare at the bloodbath you’ve created and you’ll weep. You’ll weep for the allies you killed, you’ll weep because no matter what you try or what you do, you’ll be doomed to repeat this god awful day.

And then, you’ll laugh at that realisation. You’re doomed, forced to repeat this day over and over and this entire thing is pointless crying over. You can just put a bullet in your head and this entire thing is over.

So that’s what you do, your body joining the others only to wake back up in the safety of your room. You etch another mark into the wall and get on with your day, wondering what else you can do to keep yourself entertained.

[ryuzatodraws-backup]

Do not lose him , Agatha

It's dark. 

windy yes but darkness surrounds Agatha. That is until the Sister starts to step forward, only then the air feels like it's shifting. The faster she walks the more she realizes she's in a clod of smoke. Smoke that feels like eternity. 

''Oh, wha-what?'' She continues, reaching out to nothing, waving her hands as if she's swimming in a sea of black vapor. 

a sound hits the barrier. Something flickering almost like the sound of a candle wasting away. She makes her way closer to where it could be until she sees a figure.

A ghoul , sitting. with soft sound of sobbing. 

with a gasp she woke up on the bed, grabbing the sheets as she sits up hurriedly. 

The Papa next to her stirs as he rubs his eyes. ''Mmh, what's wrong Sorella?'' Copia adjusts his eyes in the dark. It's 2 am according to the analogue clock on his table. 

Agatha hurriedly puts on her clothes on the floor before turning to him. ''Papa do you know Jack's room?'' 

''Jack?'' Copia asks confusedly, the name sound familiar to him. 

''The ghoul that's  always in smoke - the uh the Bomb ghoul! people always call him that!'' She starts to put on her shoes at this point. 

''Oh!''

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''Its the one on the end of the hallway!'' Copia is running up behind Agatha, trying to catch up onto her. The sister is fast alright. 

The room is locked shut but a small trail of black smoke escapes through the key hole of the door. She tries the door but it won't budge. 

''Stand back Sister'' Copia kicks down the door near the handle, with enough force the door swings  open and a huge mass of smoke rushes out as if the whole room was on fire at some point. 

Copia coughs but Agatha already braces through the black fog as she makes her way to what she could only describe as Jack's bed. 

It's black, tar and charred with just the ghoul on the lump of sheets, not moving a muscle. 

''Jack!'' she shakes him but he did not wake up. He remains limp in her arms. The sister turns towards Copia and the Papa nods.

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Iv drip were inserted into Jack's arm as he sits on the bed. Knees up to his chest as he looks away guiltily. The sister sits next to him on the bed, her hand on the white sheet as she tries not to touch him. Its quite the contrast really...the stark whiteness of the room and how black Jack's smoke is seeping into the air. 

''What were you thinking? were you trying to kill yourself with all those smoke?!'' Copia exclaimed. They got to the infirmary just in the nick of time. Jack was barely breathing , he's ridiculously thin when Copia was carrying him almost weighing nothing but sticks and bones. 

''Yes'' The smoke ghoul slowly reply as he looks away.How did they figure out where he was? how did they know? Either way his plan had failed and he didn't know whether to be dissapointed with himself or not.

The two fell on an awkward silent as they look at the ghoul. So he was trying to...They did not press it further.

''I'm gonna stay with you tonight, Jack'' Agatha made up her mind whether the ghoul wants it or not. 

''Why? so that you can make sure i try to not kill myself?'' the smoke ghoul snaps back at her, not intentionally of course. 

''No, that's my job'' The Papa had pulled a chair over and settle onto it cosily. ''I'll be right here.'' 

Jack looks away,unable to meet both of their eyes. Sister Agatha took the liberty to sit in the opposite chair where she could watch Jack throughout the night. 

''I just want to stay here tonight.''

[antiyourwokehomophobia2]

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[hiddeningrid]

im starting to suspect that i have PMDD. i checked back the dates when i was having very bad suicidal ideation and planning, and all of them seem like they happened just before my period.

i'll have to keep better check of it to have more accurate data, but g'damn. i seriously went through such an intense episode like two days ago, i made an actual researched plan and all, couldn't sleep cos i wanted to harm myself so badly, and then my period started and now i feel, uuh , okay???? like hey what the fuck, actually. that's a pretty fucking big fluctuation.

[masked-alien-lesbian]

as soon as we met Hank and he started the whole super spy espionage act, I knew he was going to get murdered, because we all know this isn't an act of suicide

[patroclusdefencesquad]

no one does it like him any more

[bugbashir]

When I was a very suicidal trans activist in Texas, Benjamin Sisko saying “sure, you would [die for your people]. Dying gets you off the hook. The question is: are you willing to live for your people?” changed and possibly saved my life. It’s up there with “if we are going to be damned, let us be damned for who we really are” from Picard. Star Trek not only shows us a better world, it teaches us how to make it there

[writing-and-sillies]

It has not been a good time. I always have gay old men though!

[deaths]

this straight up changed me as a person. killing myself in front of you to forever change your bond and the trajectory of your lives

[rox-and-prose]

the thing about living with mental illness for decades is that occasionally your brain will be like hey you're useless and should kill yourself and your only real reaction is cmon man right now im in the middle of something

[i-am-a-fish]

I'm very sorry to ask something like this, I've really been struggling with this question, and I wanted to ask the combined wisdom of the people on this site

I would like to know why you keep going, and what drives you to keep living. I know there are a lot of reasons to stay alive and enjoy life, I can think of a few that personally resonate with me, but I really want to know what your reasons are

You do not have to comment on this if that's too big of an ask, and I'm very sorry for asking something like this, I really need someone's help, I feel like I don't have much purpose

Also if I may ask, please don't post any suicidal ideation in the comments of this post, I really can't handle something like that right now

[fairycosmos]

instead of killing myself i will watch documentary about the ocean

[rainywhispersblog]

[commonzinnia]

death isnt enough. i need to never have existed

[masked-alien-lesbian]

I get irritated with the whole death by unrequited love, because people always blame the person who couldn't fall in love with the "victim." I've been on both ends, I've had unrequited love and I've been with people who I didn't have feelings for. After being on both experiences, I've never wanted to tie someone down and make them feel obligated to stay with me out of pity. I also deserve better than that. We all deserve an all consuming passionate love that mirrors our own. Plus if you kill yourself over unrequited feelings, what about the person you were suppose to be with later on in life? Idk, it's just really selfish, and I have a hard time feeling sorry for people like Elaine.