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Opportunity rarely knock twice
I don’t know how I became so powerful
That’s all you had to say
Don’t trash the Earth you pos
10 Reasons why I deserve to be alone:
1. I’m selfish 2. I’m sensitive so I often hurt others. 3. If I hurt you, I inflict pain in me too because I wouldn’t really mean to offend you. 4. I don’t know how to take care of people 5. If you are sad, I might not know what to say and will just end up crying with you. We’ll both be miserable. 6. I’ll just drag you down with me. You will never gonna like it. 7. I don’t like explaining myself. You’ll never get to know me. 8. You will not comprehend how much darkness clouds my mind. If I let you in, you’ll know fear. 9. I’m severely fragmented, I could cut deep. 10. I’m fighting battle. An innocent casualty is unnecessary.
#depression #anxiety
this is deep.
Nobody knows me
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God’s compassion for the suicidal
In 1 Kings 19:4-14 Elijah feels suicidal, and tells God to take his life.
God doesn’t get angry at Elijah.
He doesn’t tell him that he’s being silly, or that suicide won’t solve anything. He doesn’t freak out, nor does he ignore Elijah’s cry. God validates Elijah’s pain. Through an angel, God provides Elijah with food and water because Elijah is probably exhausted (he had fallen asleep under a tree after telling God that he wanted to die, and this was probably the safest thing at that point for Elijah). Getting to the point where you don’t want to live any more is an exhausting place to be. You cannot think of anything else other than wanting to end the pain.
Once he’d finished eating, Elijah lies down again. But God wants to continue validating Elijah, and continues to have compassion over him. He wants to be with Elijah during his crisis. He wants to keep Elijah safe. The angel comes back again (1 Kings 19:7) and this time adds (and validates) that the journey is too much for Elijah (1 Kings 19:8) and that he needed more food. Elijah was then able to move on and travel for forty days and nights to reach Horeb.
I really love 1 Kings 19:4-14. It tells us a lot about God. He cares about people who are suicidal – he is loving, gentle, patient, compassionate, and he knows what we need. He provides Elijah with physical, spiritual and emotional healing.
The church could probably learn a lot from the way God deals with Elijah. Suicidal thoughts are something which are incredibly common but the church doesn’t always deal with them in the best way. Often, suicidal thoughts are invalidated and ignored rather than validated and accepted.
The angel is gentle with Elijah. He doesn’t tell him to pray more, nor does he tell Elijah that suicide’s a sin or that he’s demon possessed. He doesn’t even tell Elijah to stop feeling suicidal – he simply tells Elijah to eat.
When you feel invalidated, remember that God validates you fully. He accepts and acknowledges how you feel, and he says it’s okay.
If you feel suicidal, I encourage you to reach out for emergency help.
My ask is also always open for people who need help.
This is so important.
Thank you for this ❤️
IMPORTANT
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ouch.
Put this into perspective.
People have their own reasons to be homophobic. Maybe because you were raised to believe it was wrong, maybe it goes against your religion, maybe a completely other reason! But planting your opinions onto other people? It’s like telling people, “Hey, I can’t eat yogurt, so you can’t or you’ll go to hell”. It’s not affecting YOU, just because someone is gay/bi/lesbian/whatever doesn’t mean they are going to fuck you. If it was just an opinion, it wouldn’t be over the top bad (but feeling accepted feels really nice and I really do appreciate it), but then HARASSMENT?!? How would it feel if random people came up to you, claiming that is you are heterosexual, you’re going STRAIGHT to hell (sorry not sorry I had to)??? Heterophobics?? It wouldn’t feel really nice. I’m sorry, this is a rant pointed towards people who attack the LGBTQ+ community, as they open themselves up and show their true colors because they feel safe. I mean, it is definitely wrong to attack straight people because they are straight, as we are all human. Long ass rant, I know.
Cold October
It has been 3 years. 3 years of pain, denial, and regret. I walked to my favorite bench. Our favorite bench. The one in the park where we first met. The worn down wooden structure still stands, autumn leaves falling onto the peeling paint. The lonely stray bench reminds me a little of my myself, stuck in the same place, not being able to move from our current spot.
Today is the day that she left me. The day that she drove off, away from me. It wasn’t even important what we fought about that day, but it took the love of my life away.
Not even the upcoming Halloween could cheer me up. Besides, I’d probably be passed out drunk at a nearby bar again, as it seems as the most ideal way out of reality. The chilly October breeze still holds her perfume, faint, but there. Her favorite flower, a lilac, embraces me.
I still remember how we used to walk together to this park, sit down, and talk until the sun went down. I would walk her back to our house, and tell her how much I loved her. I still do, but I instead say how much I miss her. I wish every night that she will decide to come back to me.
As I go to sit down, I find her favorite hat in the ground. It was not here yesterday, so I have no clue how it could’ve gotten here. I go to grab it, only to find a familiar, gentle hand reached it first. B-But… Why is she here? HOW did she get here? I feel my head go fuzzy. I look up, to be met with her happy, optimistic face, pushing the sunset to to the back of my mind, her beauty far more beyond that. Am I dreaming? No. It can’t be. This isn’t real. This isn’t happening. She crashed that day...
…. And I don’t believe in GHOSTS.
(inspired by the song Ghosts- Jacob Tillberg)
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Lucy {UN-EDITED} PART 1
ALSO before you read this (if anyone even will XD ) know that i also posted it on my QUOTEV account (https://www.quotev.com/story/11774321/Lucy-un-edited) and... yeah. Onwards!
It must be the middle of Spring, but I’m not one to count the days. Lucy brought me to this breathtaking field, with rows and rows of beautiful flowers spread throughout. I love her, I truly do. We may not be family by blood, but we might as well be. She brought me out here so we could take a break from 'home'. I dislike home, as it is filled with really bad people. I do my everything I can to keep them away from Lucy. It is my way of saying that I appreciate her for everything she has given me. And my promise.
As we walked slowly, side by side, a yellow, worn down house which appeared to be abandoned formed in our vision. Lucy, being the curious young girl she is, crept up to the house. I know that she gets lost easily as she is quite an air head, and tends to drift beyond what she can comprehend, so I follow stealthily behind. I would never abandon her, but this place gives me bad vibes. I need to get her away from here.
Once I caught up to the young blonde, I tried to tell her that it's too dangerous here, and that we should escape as soon as we could, but she just called me cute. “C’mon Miko, you’re almost as slow as a turtle. Maybe if you went a little faster, you would be at the same speed as one”, she giggled. I picked up my pace and tail her as she walked up the rusty, creaky stairs. As she approached the door, she came to find the door barricaded up with wooden boards. But you got to trust children to find away. She just shrugged it off, and went over to the dusty window, which had a few cobwebs by the side. She slid her hand under a small part of the window, pulled up, and slipped inside. This is going to be a looooooong day.
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