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beautiful-writings · 9 months
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I miss you so much friend
Losing a friend to suicide is an indescribable tragedy that leaves a lasting impact on all those left behind. The profound pain and sorrow that accompanies such a loss is unmatched, as it not only shatters the bond shared with the departed friend but also raises countless questions about life, mental health, and the struggles one may face without our knowledge.
When a friend decides to take their own life, it is often difficult to comprehend the reasoning behind such a desperate act. We are left grappling with our own guilt, questioning whether there was something we could have done to prevent it. We wonder about the signs we may have missed, the conversations left unsaid, and the support we could have offered. It is a heavy burden to carry, blaming ourselves for something that was beyond our control.
The grief that follows the loss of a friend to suicide is complex and multifaceted. We are overwhelmed with a range of emotions, from shock and disbelief to anger and confusion. In addition to the usual process of mourning, we also experience a unique sense of guilt, wondering if we could have done more to help, blaming ourselves for not sensing the depth of their pain. We question if our friendship was enough, if we failed to offer the support and understanding they needed during their darkest moments.
In our attempt to make sense of their actions, we may also find ourselves reflecting on the fragility of human life and the struggles each individual faces, sometimes hidden beneath a façade of normalcy. We become aware of the importance of mental health and the necessity of open conversations surrounding it. Losing a friend to suicide serves as a stark reminder of the invisible battles many people fight, and it compels us to reach out, offer our support, and break the stigma surrounding seeking help for mental health issues.
As time passes, the pain of losing a friend to suicide does not fade entirely, but it transforms. We remember the joyful moments shared, the laughter, and the experiences that brought us together. We continue to cherish their memory and honor their life by advocating for mental health awareness, and by being there for others who may be struggling.
In conclusion, losing a friend to suicide is an unimaginable loss that leaves an everlasting impact on us. The immense pain and guilt that often accompany such a tragic event can be overwhelming. However, through reflection and understanding, we can work towards commemorating our lost friend's life, raising awareness about mental health, and connecting with others who may need our support. Together, we can strive to prevent further loss and build a more compassionate and understanding society.
-SM
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captainloveshavers · 1 year
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So i was scrolling through Ben Willbond's why i got bored. I found a tweet of when he went back to where he went to school and it made me cry. This is a kind reminder to all that not having a good time at school is okay. I hear so many people older me saying how they miss school and how life was easier and how they would love to go back but thats not true for everyone. Its okay to be afraid and never want to be anywhere near the place ever again. School trauma is very real I know because I live with it. I hope it gets easier. I'm proud of Ben for facing the demons. Its not an easy thing to do.
Stay strong my friends 💙
(The post is from November 2021)
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hellish-cruelty · 2 years
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Season 2, Episode 12: Out to Sea (Season Finale)
"It gets easier. Every day it gets a little easier… But you gotta do it every day — that’s the hard part. But it does get easier."
And then Cut to
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Season 3, Episode 12 : That Went Well (Season Finale)
"I don't know how to be Diane. It doesn't get better and it doesn't get easier. I can't keep lying to myself saying I'm gonna change. I'm poison. I come from poison, I have poison inside me and I destroy everything I touch. That's my legacy. I have nothing to show for the life that I'd lived and I have nobody in my life who's better off having me."
Bojack Horseman (parallels)
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andi-romeda · 3 months
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To me at 13,
To Ash,
You were the one who felt the world trapped them in its clutches, the one who felt suffocated every second. You felt there was nothing you could do to escape it all, that it would feel like this forever. The aching hurt inside your chest was there as a constant, though even that was a comfort.
You were the one who was hurt the most, cried the most and hated the most. Others around you in unison voicing their distain. You smiled through it, strained. You we're the one who wanted more than anything to belong. With someone, somewhere. Anywhere - just for a sense of home.
You we're the one who shouted and fought in retaliation to harsh words and even harsher hatred. You fought your way in and out of that house, in and out of school, in and out of existing. You we're the one who was most tired, and you we're the one who got up everyday regardless.
I want you to know it gets better. It hurts along the path, and I'm sure that the last of my pain is far from over. But it got better before, and I rest in the knowledge that it will again. Sometimes, all that you need was time.
One day you will wake up and it will hurt just a little less than the day before, and the little difference means you should hold on one more day. One day you sit at school and find yourself surrounded by the best people, caring friends who don't communicate in backhanded insults.
One day, you will wake up to the sound of birds you heard as a child
and you will breathe again.
Yours forever,
Andromeda
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lostmf · 9 months
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quillofspirit · 2 months
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Good news!
I finally managed to write and edit my elusive fic, and I am damn proud of myself!
I was struggling with the plot, and finding the words, but really I was struggling to concentrate on writing anything. I had to deal with a tough situation between myself and a friend, and I wasn't finding the words for things other than that. Once we figured it out, the words came flooding back and I found the plot.
So I am happy to say that although it is still under construction, you will someday get a horse-girl OC meets horse-girl Aragorn!
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delacately-divine · 7 months
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I stopped looking for your texts,
I stopped searching for your name,
I stopped seeking you in public places,
& longing for you near.
I began finding myself again,
Rather than finding myself in men.
I began restoring my faith,
& the reconstruction of everything you broke.
I finally came to realize,
I was never broken,
Nor bruised.
I was whole when I met you,
And I will be whole without you.
The light I once saw in your eyes,
The overwhelmingly sensation of pure, real, love.
Was only a reflection..
Not just any reflection,
But my reflection.
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subversivecynic · 5 months
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Polyam life highlight
Several metamours have discord "book club of the sad horny omega" mostly to spare others in the bigger polycule chat in-depth details about mafia werewolf Daddy novels with varying levels of consent, graphic-ness, and literary value/talent. Some people are not endlessly entertained by shifter fic, who knew
We are currently getting ready to actually book club "my lady's choosing" a choose your own adventure romance novel I found at the dollar tree. It's got illustrations and the first choice I read was "stay and listen more, you're intrigued OR run away, because murder is wrong"
I'm so glad to have found more of my people in adulthood.
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dysthanasia-series · 4 months
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Coven Department: Werecreatures
Love for nature and animals. A desire to step away from glowing screens and city life for weeks at a stretch. The need to hone body and mind in the great outdoors. Agents of the Coven’s third oldest department, werecreatures, check all three boxes.
This branch was originally overseen by the magic department, given the methods involved with becoming a werecreature. With the opening of the New World and its vast wilderness, however, it was soon necessary to delegate the task of tracking this subset of the community. Thus many of the first researchers and enforcers in the department were frontierspeople, explorers, and naturalists, helping lay the foundations of what would one day grow into the United States. Immigrated werecreatures shared similar roots, excelling at hunting, fur trapping, forestry, and scouting or surveying uncharted terrain. Many still continue the traditions in the modern era, serving as stewards for protected land, and homesteading in sparsely populated zones throughout the Broken Coast, Floodlands, and Greater Glades.
Work in this department largely involves forming a close relationship with werecreature communities in these remote areas. The transfer of animal spirits between people carries many risks, and the Coven maintains contact with those who hold them through its researchers. Should something go awry, especially during unauthorized rituals to obtain a new spirit, that’s when enforcers step in to assess and contain any threat. Fortunately, this is uncommon, making the werecreature department the second safest to work in.
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baetrixxof · 1 year
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eccedeus · 20 days
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I want to live fifty lives, one just doesn't seem enough. And the thought that immediately followed this one was "I wish I could tell my thirteen year old self that." But I guess she's still in here, because I'm still here, so I guess I'll just have to keep reminding her
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mysolaceworld · 1 month
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treluna4 · 3 months
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Fic Snippet Friday
Here’s a Triplet fic snippet. The babies are now 3 months old.
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“Divide and conquer.” Alex says, and Henry nods. For as chatty as he is, on days like these, Alex is only capable of short, directive sentences. He picks up the screaming infant in one hand and a baby wrap in the other.
Henry helps him get Matteo situated in the soft cotton sling and tie it off on the end. Then father and son head outside while Henry and Ellen get the other two babies to sleep. It only takes twenty-seven minutes this time. A new record.
When Henry gets back to the living room, he looks out the window and sees Alex standing in their yard, eyes closed, still bouncing a now quiet Matteo in a baby carrier. Henry grabs a bottle of water and a snack and joins his husband.
Alex looks around when he hears the door open. He smiles softly, but then he sees the water and his eyes grow bright with unshed tears. He nods frantically and Henry holds the bottle up for him to drink. Then Alex angles his head toward Henry and kisses him. Henry offers up a protein bar and Alex practically melts in the late summer sun. He finishes the bar in two bites.
“Thank you,” Alex whispers, “I don’t think I’ve eaten today.”
Henry kisses the side of his head and lays a hand on the swaddled bundle in front of him.
“This will get easier,” Alex says, a little desperately, “right?”
Henry nods and unwraps a second protein bar. Alex takes a bite and sighs. He stops bouncing, leaning against his husband, and Matteo immediately starts fussing. Alex stands straight up again and sheds a few tears himself.
Henry wants to help. He wants to trade places with Alex, but he knows better by now. He knows attempting to switch parents at this point in the process will only undo the last forty-two minutes of work, so instead, Henry stands with Alex, holding his hand, rubbing his back, for as long as it takes. When Matteo is truly and fully asleep, they slowly walk back inside together.
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mother-lee · 3 months
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krskrash · 3 months
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cryptid-moone · 1 year
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So in the au BOTH time machines exploded because Cornelius rigged them both to trick calico. However the trap triggered too early when the four got inside (not knowing it was a trap) so both time machines fr just blew up and sent them back to the early 2000s. Wilbur was in the drivers seat and absorbed most of the energy with penny getting the rest.
Now think of a water balloon. You fill that shot with water but put too much and it's gonna pop. Wilbur is the metaphorical water balloon.
The energy he absorbed from the exploded Time Machines is kinda just contained in his body now. Nothin he can do about it so might as well just suffer 🤷🏾
when the energy builds up enough wilburs body won't be able to contain it anymore and releasing it will send him a and anyone he's with to a random point in time (maybe another timeline, idk haven't decided yet)
HOWEVER, Wilbur can hold back a release (at his own expense, doing so just hurts him which is why hiro made a build up level check thingy, it basically lets them know if the time energy level is getting too high and they might time jump again.)
I also made a "chart"
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I'll do some more au build stuff tomorrow it's 3 am
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