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Ai että tuli niin turvaton olo elää... juuri tuon tukholma homman takia. Mun sukulaine on sairaalassa sen takii..... sori oli pakko saada purettua tää jonnekki
Hirveästi voimia sukulaisellesi ja sinulle, sekä teidän koko suvulle. Toivottavasti hän pääsee pian sairaalasta kotiin ja paranee pian.
TRIGGER WARNING (This poem was written while i went through my depression. I share this now to get things off my chest) - POEM:
{The Voices} By Vanilla Vibes(V.T.G)
They fight for my attention. SCREAMING.
‘Oh darling no food you’re too big’
Oh darling your wrists.
CUT THEM
Oh darling. They see your wrists?
Cut your sides
not to deep
no scars
just blood
enough to distract
maybe enough to die
dont even try
youll never look good in anything
kill yourself
kill yourself
kill yourself
at night my demons scream
all of them at once
chanting
20 pills
30 pills
the WHOLE bottle
do it again
we like it
feed us
feed us
feed us
over and over.
one demon screaming over the other
can you hear them?
The demons that scream and tear at my soul?
Take a peek inside my mind.
*Note: (If at any point you read this and realized you can relate to those voices you hear or heard while going through depression, know that you arent alone. I will stand with you in the fight because i know from experience that it gets better. Its been over a year since i attempted suicide. Please stay. Dont miss out on all the lovely things to come. Im so grateful i didnt.)
(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZmWBrN7QV6Y)
And what we learn about ourselves in those moments, where the trigger has been squeezed, is this: the past is not dead. There are things that wait for us, patiently, in the dark corridors of our lives. We think we have moved on, put them out of mind, left them to desiccate and shrivel and blow away; but we are wrong. They have been waiting there in the darkness, working out, practising their most vicious blows, their sharp hard thoughtless punches into the gut, killing time until we came back that way.
Trigger Warning: Short Fictions and Disturbances || Neil Gaiman
I just feel so bad and therapy isn’t working and i just want to be dead
