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softmick · 4 days
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five years ago today i hung out with my sister for the last time.
i took her to a doctor’s appointment where she told the provider she was thinking about buying a gun. we were past hospitalization and most other options. the compromise was that when she left home she wouldn’t take her license or id, something she would need for that kind of purchase.
she had already bought the gun.
we stopped for lunch on the way home and listened to music and laughed.
it was a day like almost every other in the preceding nine months.
that night i was on the couch watching tv when she came down to go to the gym. i thought it was odd she came back to hug me before she left, but it was a good hug.
for a long time monday nights made me uneasy.
somehow it snuck up on me that this year the anniversary- deathiversary?- would happen on the same day, which is actually tomorrow.
anyway. my sister is everything to me. half of my soul, the greatest love of my life. i miss her every fucking day.
siblings are so precious and so special. call yours right now if you can, hug them tight!
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ineedfairypee · 3 months
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If it’s uncomfortable for hear about imagine how it feels to experience it
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gotweim · 3 months
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You chose to leave
To be done
To end this earthly plight
I would have been there
Right by your side
I miss you still
Every. Damn. Day.
I miss your smile, your kindness, your touch
Those years we had
We had so much, love, laughter, bliss
I wear our memories like a warm coat
I hear you in songs
I smile and
Wish you were here
✨,❤️&✌🏼
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miasmultifandomdump · 8 months
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If you think it's okay to say Zack Snyder is to blame for his daughter's suicide, you need to go outside and touch grass. Fun fact as someone who lost my best friend to suicide, guess what suicide loss survivors tend to do? Blame ourselves. I don't know how much time was wasted thinking of what I could have done better. When you blame Zack for his daughter's death, you are perpetuating the idea that suicide loss survivors are right to blame. Another fun fact! Guess what people who lose people to suicide are more likely to do? TAKE THEIR OWN LIVES. Do not pretend like you care about suicidal people when you're contributing to stigmas that worsen people's suicidal thoughts.
And why? Is Zack Snyder some kind of terrible person like Roman Polanski and Woody Allen, who are sex offenders? No. He just makes movies people don't like.
Ffs leave the Snyders alone. You're welcome to hate Zack's movies but there is no need to treat him and his family like garbage, use a poor depressed girl's memory to hate on a man she seemed very close to, and perpetuate the stigmas that comes with losing someone to suicide.
And hey, if you need someone in Hollywood to rage against, the aforementioned sex offenders seem to still be doing pretty well, so maybe you could turn your attention to people like that. People who, you know, actively abuse other people. Just a thought.
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sugurusmoon · 1 month
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Conversations with my dead beloved
Him: “Would you have peeled an orange for me?”
Me: “Are you seriously asking me that? After everything?
I would have peeled a pomegranate for you.
Fuck, I would have swallowed the seeds whole and followed you straight into hell, the juices on my lips staining yours with my kiss.”
Him: (sighing) “You’re utterly hopeless, you know that, right?”
Me: “I’m not the one who is dead.”
Him: “You’re the one still talking to me 5 years later. Your romanticism knows no limits.”
Me: “Neither does my love…”
Him: “I know…I am the one who’s dead.”
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purgatorypartyyy · 2 months
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i think one of the most devastating things about my friend’s suicide is that i am constantly afraid another person I love will take their life
one of my siblings has some chronic health issues and dates one of my good friends and my sibling and I are just beginning to grow close after years of estrangement, so we don’t share a lot of intimate details, but my friend lets me know about how deep my sibling suffers and how their health issues are really ruining their quality of life
my heart jumps to the worst conclusions (my sibling has a firearm in the house and I worry about it) and i find myself having nightmares about losing my sibling or my dad or re-losing my friend
when i tell people im struggling with grief, I think they just see me being sad and missing my friend, which don’t get me wrong, all of that fucking sucks and is very much a part of it, but this kind of grief is so much more horrific and even though i wish i had someone to understand my pain and be there with me, I don’t want anyone to ever understand how unbearable this can be sometimes
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sweetrouble · 11 months
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I saw a post about today being National Best Friend Day, and I’ll be honest, I feel slightly triggered. Seeing other people have their best friends to celebrate with, whether it’s online or in person, and here I am, sitting in my bed looking through her photographs wondering if she’s somewhere peaceful. It hurts. Her absence has left a lot of questions for me going forward, and an emptiness that scars me deeper than my scoliosis surgery. Emotional pain has been harder than physical pain to treat, cause you can’t see it from the body. You can’t just give me opiates to stop it like you did for my surgery. I want to say I am okay, but sometimes that just seems so wrong. Part of it is the guilt. How can I be here when she’s not? None of this makes sense, and I am not sure if it ever will.
Her name is Jessica Chen. To me, she was perfect. She was smart. She was kind. She was encouraging. She was a sister who would be there for me wherever I am and whatever happens. She was a diamond in the sand. I don’t know if I will ever find someone like her again. But for now, I will keep missing her, until we reunite. Until then, I will keep dancing with your ghost.
“I stay up all night
Tell myself I am alright
Baby you’re just harder to see than most
I put our record on
Wait till I hear our song
Every night I’m dancing with your ghost
Every night I’m dancing with your ghost
Every night I’m dancing with your ghost”
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It’s not even about the people they leave behind when someone takes their life. It’s more about the unknown for those who have to carry on. The unknown, knowing someone they love ended their life because life was so painful, the pain they were in to take that step. We will never know their last thoughts.
To those who have lost their battle, you were fallen angels, that want to go home. And for the living, we must learn not to live without them but to live with the love they left behind. Let the love run through your body and give you strength on days you truly need it 💕🕊️
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rarediseasedude · 1 year
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You were not good to me.
You couldn't be, your brain would not let you.
Who might you have been if it weren't for the brain injury?
Or the drug abuse?
Or the sickness?
Would your brain allow you to love me, like a parent should?
Would you have hobbies, and goals, and dreams for yourself?
Would you have a career?
Would you be able to parent me?
Or would you have been this way anyway?
There was always hope.
With the right medicine, with sobriety, with the right doctor, maybe you could be my mom.
Not my birth mother, but my *mom*.
Now you're gone. The hope is gone. The mother hunger will never leave me.
I am trapped wishing for something that could have never been and never will be.
So what am I grieving? The loss of a potential mom, or the loss of my birth mother?
Many days, it is both.
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vulcanette · 2 years
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i lost a friend to suicide and I’m going to her wake today. i wasn’t close with her but I’m still devastated. you just could not believe how sweet she was. sounds so trite to say she ‘lit up the room’ but she really had so much energy and light inside of her, always hugging me and saying “I love you!” even though she barely knew me.
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Josh,
It's always a beautiful sunny day on the anniversary of your death. It doesn't match the occasion, but it makes me smile.
I'm thinking of you. Maybe we'll talk soon.
C
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ineedfairypee · 3 months
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Who is it really helping?
Not those who need it most that’s for sure
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gotweim · 12 days
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We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
✨,❤️&✌🏼
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newsfromtherooftop · 1 year
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First National Suicide Loss Awareness Day launched
Bereavement charity unveils National Suicide Loss Awareness Day | @SOBScharity #SuicideBereavement
Survivors of Bereavement by Suicide (SoBS), the UK’s only national peer to peer charity serving those impacted by the loss of someone to suicide, is marking its first National Suicide Loss Awareness Day on Saturday 19 November. A recent study has revealed that almost 10 million adults nationwide have been affected by suicide loss, and 1 in 3 of those impacted feel unable to open up to anyone…
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crisishauntline · 3 months
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You may think that I, as someone who has dated not one, not two, but THREE suicidal anxiously attached people, would know how to advise a friend who’s found himself in the same situation. As it happens, I have such a friend, who came to stay with me this week and asked me for guidance. In some ways, I did know how (& how not) to advise him. I have learned and grown from each of my experiences with that relationship trauma. I can offer insight, empathy, and gentle curiosity. But still, I know that there is no satisfying answer I can give to the question, “What if the person I love kills themself when I finally put my own needs first and walk away?”
It’s many questions in one, you see, like all “what ifs” are. One question is “How would I live without them?” Another question is “How would I live with the grief of losing them?” Another is “How would I live with the guilt of ‘destroying’ them?” And lastly, “If it turned out that I could just live with it—the most devastating, bone-shattering grief I can possibly imagine—how can I live with the cosmic injustice that my true, deeply rooted love for this person is not as all-conquering or unshakeable as true love ‘should’ be?”
The only answer to these questions that would truly satisfy is “Ah, well if you just [insert magical act of love/service/sacrifice here] then they will be healed or at least safe enough not to choose suicide, and you won’t have to worry about how you’d live with the aftermath.” That answer doesn’t exist. So that leave the unsatisfying one, which I will say to you now:
Whether you stay or go, you can’t control them or their healing. You can’t save anyone except yourself, and to save yourself you must release and grieve what you cannot save. I don’t know how you will live with what grief awaits you, but I know you can do it—at first with great difficulty, then with grace. You can survive this and go on to love yourself, love others, and love life more than you ever thought possible.
Whatever you choose, you will grieve. Don’t be so determined to keep someone else from the grave that you bury yourself and your good heart instead.
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purgatorypartyyy · 6 months
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grief is so fun because it’s like someone asks me how i’m doing and i’m thinking, oh quite terrible, I have these recurring nightmares since my friend took her life, and in the dream either me or someone i love is h*nging themself/myself and i can’t stop it and i wake up and i can’t stop thinking about death and the horrors and chaos and everything bad and awful but you can’t say that, in fact nobody wants to hear that at all, so i’m just like oh ya know i am doing alright wooo school is tough, anyway how’s your day
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