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#suicideawarness
lilkittystardust · 7 months
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Well, just reminiscing and it’s almost 1 year since my suicide date, last October and the October before that, but it was less serious. A lot has changed and I haven’t self harmed in almost one year, as well. No, I’m not weak for wanting to commit suicide, no I’m not weak for wanting to self harm, no I’m not weak for hurting but I’m strong for healing as much as I can with the time I’m given. Yes, I was drugged and on PCP when I planned to kill myself and I’m glad that I went to the hospital to get help at a mental facility that day because I had Covid and was admitted to the hospital and found out I was very intoxicated and I didn’t know why. It was normal for that to happen but the PCP was not a good trip for me or the amphetamines. I was going to commit suicide because I didn’t feel like myself and didn’t feel like my life was worth living but something kept me from doing it that day and I’ve made it almost a year longer than I thought I could have. Maybe it was the fact another person committed suicide at the same park I went to that day.. but, I keep going for myself but I also do it, even more so, for my children. What mother would I be if I didn’t live for them as hard as it is to feel everything so deeply. Deepest wishes and condolences to them, love you always. ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 #suicdeawareness #sextraffickingsurvivor #rainbowbabies
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catermusic · 2 months
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I made this song when I was battling depression and a bad addiction happy to still be here today
My new song Toxic is available on all streaming sites
@yousaveeveryonebutwhosavesyou thanks for the words to help shine some light
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emlaux · 8 months
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Vent art, i wouldn’t be here without my cat Uffe <3
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siciliankiss · 18 days
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My sweet beautiful friend, I'm writing this today because you've been on my mind a lot lately. I never realized that meeting you at 8 years old you'd have such a significant part in my life. Growing up together was filled with laughs and goofiness mixed with some sadness and hard times. Getting to share such important memories with you is something I will cherish forever. Both being only children having each other was like having the sister I always wanted. Losing you in such an awful way is still difficult and I still have a hard time with it. I want you to know that I will miss you forever and until my time on earth is done and we finally meet again, I will keep your memory alive and in my heart. I love you forever
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kindaspooky-gemini · 1 year
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Safe to say I don't want to be alive anymore
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jamiebaillie · 1 year
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I have to go to the hospital to visit a friend of mine who is transgender today. She attempted to take her life.A lot of people think it's easy being Transgender and to get to where I did which is fully female I can tell you it isn't easy to get here and many transgender people don't make it and get lost in the system and don't get to be their true self and that is sad. My friend is at Grey nuns hospital here in Edmonton I can tell u when I was early on in my transition and I was in grey nuns hospital for the same thing I was lost in the system and getting no help in my transition and decided that if I couldn't transition I didn't want to live. I was lucky I made it but many trans people don't I have been in grey nuns hospital I can tell u it's a shit hole. In the cell they put you in with a steel toilet and a bed that is basically a piece of plywood platform with a mattress thrown on top and a steel sink it's a jail cell. I have been there at this hospital and I sat alone in there with no one coming to visit me. That's why I am going to see my friend today and see how she's doing. I hope she gets out soon. It saddens me to see my transgender friends in the hospital because they attempted to end everything because of not being able to transition or because of family who turn their back people because of who they are. There are a lot of things that can happen. They need to make the transition process here in Alberta Canada easier for trans individuals. I can tell you that even once you get to where I am which is fully transitioned you still face discrimination I just got pushed out of my home by Boardwalk REIT LLP AKA Boardwalk Properties a major apartment rental here in Canada due to the symptoms of my disabilities and because of my gender identity being Transgender. So even once you get to where I am you still face discrimination on the basis of who u are. Don't rent From Boardwalk they are scum! #transgendered #suicide #transgendercommunity #suicideawarness #stopsuicide #transwomenarewomen #translesbian #transgender #transgendersuicide #transmenaremen #lgbt #lgbtqia #lgbtq #hardknocklife #noteasy #discrimination #family #translife #translivesmatter (at Grey Nuns Community Hospital) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpSz5IOpjR_/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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ravensempress · 1 year
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Child suicide article very sad yet something that deserves to be remembered since people tend to forget suicide has always existed in children
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fromtheheartsofmen · 2 years
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Never decrease your value based on someone's inability to see your worth. Re-read that again if need be!
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cowgurl-dakota · 9 months
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LEAVES
Today's weather was extremely windy.
I gazed at the fresh young leaves
 that had fallen on the ground 
as I strolled about;
 they were not yet old enough to fall.
Have they given up?
They were just not
Strong enough
They simply lacked the 
required strength.
Others did not fall. They stayed despite the harsh 
and unfair wind that sought to 
separate them from their tree.
I'm one of them that stayed, 
and as I will
always find myself standing still 
in these windstorms.
 I hope you do as well.
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gigi-is-broken · 1 year
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Love letters to my depression.
You and I have been together for so long now. I am sure you will never leave me. We've been together for more than forty years, and we have been through some shit. For now I'm just gonna talk about this century. Who knows, maybe I'll feel like talking about the last century later on. I'm going to try everyday to write about something and how I did or didn't really get through it. Talk about self medication. For me, it was opiates. That blessed numbness that overrides your emotions. Hopefully this will be therapeutic for me and maybe helpful to someone else who may be struggling.
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i-am-cutlery · 11 months
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I love Picrew. The story behind this her twin sister died in by suicide, but her sister still visits her grave every night no matter what the weather is.
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emlaux · 10 months
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Sad pokemon comic :( <3
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justanothersuixide · 2 years
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"No one ever talks to me. I'm alone in the world. But somehow, I've got a feeling once I finally go through with it. People at my funeral say, ' I don't know why he did it.' ~Madd Maxxx - Fuck Life
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musingsbylucia · 1 year
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Im reaching the end of my twenties… time to be vulnerable.
I’m 29.. I am approaching 30 and it’s a thing. Not a big thing but a transformation of sorts. 
Thinking about Turning thirty and what that means and what it doesn’t mean has given me the opportunity to take the time to do a lot of inner reflection. To look back on my life and all of the lessons that I have learned. To think about how many challenges I have faced and lived through. To see all of the things that I love about myself and all of the people that have been in my journey, those who I am so grateful for, those who I feel really just didn’t understand me, those who were unhealthy in my life.
Realizing that all of it has brought me to where I am today. I’ve also only really begun to understand that life keeps moving and the unknown can be really scary while also exciting …. because it means that things you haven’t even dreamed up yet could happen and they could actually be really great. 
My past is my past…. I don’t actually have to feel ashamed of it. My past does not define me. These expectations I have of myself actually come a-lot from society and insecurities that influenced me to feel like I have to reach all of these expectations to feel worthy. Now… hears the thing…  I can know that and tell myself that but … My body is a little behind my self awareness. 
. . . 
I don’t like feeling vulnerable. It’s makes me feel like I’ve just been completely analyzed inside and out. Making me want to run away, hide, and burrow under a blanket until I’ve fully calmed myself and licked all of my wounds. 
. . . 
Sharing makes you vulnerable.
Telling someone what you have experienced, realizing that your not alone…
maybe….. just maybe not all people are like that one person who really hurt your feelings that one time … realizing this can be disappointing to the part of you who wants to stay stuck.
Who wants to push everyone away.
Who wants to remain unseen, quiet, misunderstood… alone.
Alone in your suffering because if you stay there then no one else can use it against you.
No one can see that you are actually a whole person experiencing being a human who just needs to feel like it’s okay to process what they are feeling in a space free of judgement.
…  so here’s to life …
I’m leaving behind so much and I’m taking so much with me that I’m thankful for. Something’s I’m still working on. 
… 
My childhood…..
that’s a whole other story.
… right now what is coming up is…
I keep looking back and remembering the work that I’ve done to get where I am and how when I was younger I was really obsessed with how I looked and dressed because I thought that I needed to be really put together.. if I looked good on the outside then everything was okay and I could walk around without any vulnerabilities, any problems and no one would know i was anything except a shining star without flaws. 
Unrealistic obviously.. I’ve learned that I had to be that way to be where I am now. 
somehow I felt like my identity was determined by how I looked…. This was like early teens.
Misinformation. My self worth is not valued by how I look.  . . self talk. . .
My outer appearance is a direct look on my inner self so of course I want to look good because I want to feel good. 
Rebellion has definitely been a thing. Not wearing makeup, not wearing a bra, wearing whatever I want has been me taking my power back and sitting with the uncomfortable feelings of the still fleeting thoughts that someone is judging me by my appearance. 
Ehhh, I enjoy wearing what I want and wear what I want for me. And that’s okay. 
 Anyway The social pressures of being a kid and wanting to fit in were a real thing for me and I’m sure for other people.
Here’s to my teenage self… I made it.
. . .
I’ve lost people in my circle to suicide. 
I’ve lost grandparents who I cherished and a grandmother I never met.
I’ve lost friends and loved ones.
I’ve met mean girls, mean boys, rude adults, and broken humans who have challenged me. 
I’ve met myself.
faced my deepest fears.
not known the difference between reality and my mind showing me fears
. . .
I’ve checked my self into the hospital 
And been taken to the hospital.
Suffered from anxiety and depression.
Been to too many parties and drank way to much which led to being in situations that i really hate talking about. But it happened. I didn’t fully understand alcohol at the time. There were unprocessed grief, emotions, depression, and hidden things that I was coping with by using substances. :::Late Teens:::
I’ve struggled to keep jobs, find housing, find inspiration, find compassion, find time to feel like I can actually sit down and work on projects that I am passionate about because for the moment it’s okay to prioritize myself…. To find peace with my family, find peace with myself for not living up to the expectations that I think the people in my life have of me and also the expectations that I have created myself. 
I’ve Found ways to heal and cope by painting, hiking in nature, writing, sound healing, meditation, plant medicine. 
My twenties have been …. me on a journey back to myself. Learning about relationships… learning about what has shaped me and why I react the way I do in relationships…. Back to self awareness and finding coping methods to live life without continuing down a self destructive rabbit hole. 
To find the parts of me that I had forgotten about. To learn new things. To learn about what I really love and what is really important to me. 
I definitely am one of those people who sees their friends go off to college, get married, have children and a small part of me feels left behind because I haven’t done those things. But the Truth is 
My worth is not measured by my marriage status. My parent status, or even by my education.
I do think that education is important. I just don’t measure myself or others by their education. Your either a human with integrity or not. Educated or not.
Im okay with being the free-spirited, mystical artist who is on a journey of self love, wander love and finding the wild woman. 
My head is full of color, my heart is full of love and so is my life. 
I’m good with that. 
I’ve found loving and supportive human beings with open hearts.
A strength to keep moving forward.
The awareness that my past doesn’t define me.
That I’ve forgiven myself for the things that I was holding on to. 
I sang,
Painted,
Danced, 
Talked,
Prayed, 
Journaled journaled and journaled…
my way through my twenties.
. . .
Here’s to my younger self.
Here’s to my present self.
Here’s to my future self. 
I love them. 
Here’s to all the people who molded, shaped, loved, and taught me that there are good humans. 
Here’s to those who also showed me that the world has those who have tainted hearts. 
To my thirties
I will keep going, keep learning, growing, and follow my heart. 
I can be accountable for my mistakes and also be gentle With myself.
I can tell my self a better story that leaves blame and shame behind. 
Allowing myself to keep moving forward. 
Life will keep going forward and I will make more mistakes.
Because it’s okay if I haven’t figured everything out yet. It’s one step at a time. And I’m only just beginning. 
If anyone suffers from anxiety or depression..
Has lost people to suicide.
Struggled with addictions and alcohol.
Your not alone.
I feel like these three words are said a lot.
And that they need to keep being said.
Because you never know who needs to hear it. 
There are people out there that can help.
Art therapy is a real thing.. it works.
I hope you can find help if you want to
 …..  I know that you are strong. 
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april-in-spring · 1 year
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Bloody Tragic Spotlight || 2023
Experimenting with different digital painting styles.
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