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A solid support system is invaluable for one's recovery from psychiatric illness and mental health issues.
I Won't Sit Here
I won’t sit here and tell you not to kill yourself. I won’t sit here and tell you that you aren’t miserable enough to end a life that is only causing you pain. I won’t sit here and tell you that your friends and family will miss you more than you will ever know. I won’t sit here and tell you that your feelings are dramatic and that your struggles aren’t worth the pills, or the rope, or the blade.
By Renee Antonia7 years ago in Psyche
Let's Talk
It’s touchy. It’s awkward. It’s uncomfortable. It’s heavy. It’s emotional. It’s taboo. It’s avoided. It’s suicide. No one WANTS to talk about suicide. No one likes to THINK about suicide or even imagine the suicide of someone close to them. That’s why no one is prepared for suicide if/when it does happen. And no matter how hard you try to prepare for death - you can’t. Even if someone is terminally ill, you’re still never ready to see them pass away. With cancer or any other terminal illness you have a form of closure. You knew they were ill, you understand they’re no longer suffering, and eventually you make peace with that. But with suicide, there is none of that. There is no closure to the thought of someone being in so much pain that they were desperate enough to end their life. There are no pauses in the thoughts that haunt your every waking moment of if you could have done something, if only you had known, and thinking you could have stopped it someway or somehow. The questions that come from the loss of someone due to suicide are never-ending and ever painful.
By danielle marie7 years ago in Psyche
Difficulties of Living
Life can be hard, and it definitely will be. We have these periods, good and then bad—over and over again. It's like a never ending chapter, and just as we think it's over we find out it's not. We are going in circles sometimes, I know how it feels, cuz that's how I feel this very moment. Like in stock, it's like if I've been placed in this box, but it's closed. It feels like there's no way out—like I'm stock.
By Marie Hoffmann7 years ago in Psyche
A Pause for Cookies and Sunshine
I am not sad. I am not grief-stricken. I am me, in all my glory, an emotional being that feels and thinks too much. I remember long ago a friend proclaimed, “Tommy, you can’t express this side of you, people will make fun of you.” She was right. How I wanted so much for her to be wrong. She saw what I did not want to see: a world that does not care that you are hurting. And today it gives me pause, as I watched a tear cascade down the cheek of an unknown woman in the middle of Starbucks, for the world to see her at her weakest, her most vulnerable. What will people think of her, as she tries to quietly melt away into the world? Why, instead of reaching out, does the world shy away from pain?
By Thomas Switzer7 years ago in Psyche