(ooc; Not sure how serious you are, but, Reminder: if you have already taken something or done something to harm yourself please call 911. If you haven’t done anything and if you’re thinking about suicide, please talk to the suicide hotline 1-800-273-TALK (8255) in the U.S., to find a suicide helpline outside the U.S., visit IASP or Suicide.org. Please read Suicide Help.)
♛My dear, I’m so sorry to read this message. My heart aches for you.
There are times when yes, the loneliness overtakes me. I do feel emptiness at times, moreso in those times I was betrayed by the ones closest to me. Not to revisit that… but the emptiness you are describing seems to be a deeper one than what I experienced. Again, my heart aches for you.
Sometimes solitude is needed, just to get to know myself once again, so that I can return to my loved ones.
Because that’s really the answer, at least for me, time spent with your loved ones has healing properties. Do you have any pets? Or know anyone who does? I’ve found that rolling around with a sizable dog (or several!) can also cure me of many of these gutwrenching feelings, those insidious negative voices that creep in. The healing power of dog cuddles may not be complete but it is still substantial.
If you don’t have anyone you can go to, there are professionals out there who can help. One group is called the
Samaritans.
The Dark Gift is not, generally, a quick fix. You bring yourself with you, and all your own experiences, all your own baggage. It enhances who you already are, for better or worse. I found that out with my beloved Nicki. Knowing what I know now about him, would I still give him the Dark Gift? I desperately want to say yes, but I don’t think it “fixed” him. Not by a long shot. It made him into another version of himself. Purified him. It seemed to release him from his life-long act of being a civilized person, which he detested.
In the absence of everything else I’ve suggested, one other cure: Stories. Read. Watch movies. Listen to music. Eat your favorite foods. Read my first book again, and see how I dealt with obstacle after obstacle, take inspiration from my example. Or, and I can’t believe I’m suggesting this: read Louis’ book. Know that he experienced similar feelings to yours. He survived it.
You are not alone. Get the help you need, or cure yourself, or both! Validate yourself if no one else will. Care for yourself as if you were your own best friend. There were so many times when that’s all I could do for myself, for years. Decades, even. If I had given up, at any of those times, I would not be here to offer you this: I survived. So can you.
(ooc; Reminder: if you have already taken something or done something to harm yourself please call 911. If you haven’t done anything and if you’re thinking about suicide, please talk to the suicide hotline 1-800-273-TALK (8255) in the U.S., to find a suicide helpline outside the U.S., visit IASP or Suicide.org. Please read Suicide Help.)
Your message is heartbreaking. I wish I could come to you and convince you in person that you should live! As powerful as I am, I have my limits, and I can’t track you by IP address, I have hackers working on finding you as I write this.
I wrote a response to you already, twice, deleted both times. From what you have shared, and survived, the burdens you bear, I am so sorry you’ve been dealt such a hand in life. I hear you. We hear you.You’re not alone.
I’m reaching for you, as you reached out to me to share your story, just reach out to me a little further, close the distance between us by taking the step to ask for help. Call the suicide hotline
1-800-273-TALK (8255) in the US, or find it in your area
IASP or Suicide.org. Call the local hospital. Call 911. It’s me on the other end of that line, I’m there, just with a different voice and a different name.
Please do this one small thing, since you already did a big thing by writing to me!
Reasons to live, a very short list, just to begin with:
Puppies, kittens, zoos
Botanical gardens
Museums
Art Galleries
Films
Music
Libraries and books
Candles
Bath soaps
Loved ones
Art you want to make
Poetry and stories you want to write
So many other things… (ooc; please add to this list, everyone! Reblog or in the comments)
My childhood nurse used to sing this poem to me, maybe it will help you:
“A rainbow cross the clear blue sky, Do you see it?
In the oven bakes a pie, Do you smell it?
A bluebird cries a happy cry, Do you hear it?
Notice all the goodly things in your life, then you will be happy.”
To the anon who just wrote to me about being suicidal: please DO NOT DO IT. Call for help immediately, don’t wait for my RP reply! Life is worth living, there’s so much left to experience and enjoy, you have choices.
If you’re thinking about suicide, please read Suicide Help or call 1-800-273-TALK (8255) in the U.S.! To find a suicide helpline outside the U.S., visit IASP or Suicide.org.
I’m not a professional in this field and I’m struggling to say the right things here, but if one of my friends or family told me this, I would make them promise to give me at least a day to spend with them, make lists of their fave things, and remind that there are so many more yet undiscovered fave things, people to meet, places to go…
But most importantly that they, and you, matter. You are worthy of being happy. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise *hugs*
depending on where you are sitting – hang tight talk to the suicide hotline – they will stay on the line as long as you need them that is what they are there for.
if you have already taken something or done something to harm yourself please call 911 – yes suicide is illegal but you probably won’t face any prison time for it it is illegal so that the police can get in if there is reasonable suspicion that you are a danger to yourself and others.
if you haven’t done anything talk to the suicide hotline and then make an appointment with your local hospital – please tell them what you planned on doing and be honest. if you took something please don’t lie to them – i dunno is a legitimate answer.
To the anon who just wrote to me about being suicidal: please DO NOT DO IT. Call for help immediately, don’t wait for my RP reply! Life is worth living, there’s so much left to experience and enjoy, you have choices.
If you’re thinking about suicide, please read Suicide Help or call 1-800-273-TALK (8255) in the U.S.! To find a suicide helpline outside the U.S., visit IASP or Suicide.org.
I’m not a professional in this field and I’m struggling to say the right things here, but if one of my friends or family told me this, I would make them promise to give me at least a day to spend with them, make lists of their fave things, and remind that there are so many more yet undiscovered fave things, people to meet, places to go…
But most importantly that they, and you, matter. You are worthy of being happy. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise *hugs*
I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:
IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.
1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.
2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.
3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”
4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”
5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.
TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.
Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.
why on earth doesn’t this have more notes
I actually had to do this once. She lived.
if you scroll past this on your dash you are absolutely heartless.
Reblog this!! This can save somebody’s life!
reblog.
help.
do not scroll down.
I SWEAR TO GOD IF ANYONE SCROLLS PAST THIS WITHOUT REBLOGGING I WILL LITTERALLY FIND THEM AND GIVE THEM A LECTURE
may I just update this?
see the little thing that says help?
Don’t ever scroll past this post. FUCKING NEVER SCROLL PAST!!!
You never know if someone needs this. Reblog this, even if its not your ‘blog type’. Just do it.
Yes, please reblog
Do it. Now.
i sat here and thought about reblogging this or not but then i realized how many peoplefeel suicidal, and i have too its not dan and phil but i could honestly care less, bc i rather have someone not die then make sure i strictly stay to my ‘blog type’
Misery. The only word that came close to describing the current life of the young plantation owner known as Louis de Pointe du Lac. Wandering aimlessly and drinking were all he could manage to do with his time as of late. Drinking, and drinking, and more drinking, but no amount of alcohol could kill this misery and it certainly wasn’t going to kill him, at least not fast enough. That was the only option in his mind at this point. To die.. to rot away to nothing in the cold ground like his brother. What peace it seemed awaited him whenever he would breathe his last.. That illusion of peace so tempting that he had been seeking it out, provoking brutish men into violence night after night. Just last evening he thought he had found his precious death, that the blade of a common street criminal might strike a vein and leave him to bleed out on the dirty cobblestone. But a powerful punch delivered to his jaw had left him penniless and unconscious, to awake simply furious an hour later on the ground. Such a sting of failure that he could not even reach the mercy of death and that his own hands could not carry out the deed no matter how he thought and thought on it. He might have hung himself from one of the ancient trees on his own property, had he the courage to slip the noose around his neck. These thoughts were madness.. absolute madness, but not like Paul’s madness. That had been full of irrepresible passion, confidence, unwavering dedication, maybe even something to admire. His own suffering had no passion. No passion for anything anymore. Only the inescapable and horrifying desire for his heart to cease its beating. This evening, he sat in a run down saloon, drinking raspberry brandy straight from the bottle and intoxicated enough that his stride was unsteady, regal clothing unkempt, and raven hair a mess of tangles. Louis threw back another swig of the sickeningly sweet liquor, tired eyes scanning the noisy bar with a challenging glimmer as he searched for the man who might, with any luck, end his life tonight.
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