I want anyone who reads this comment to know that your life matters. ALL LIFE MATTERS. Even if you think that no one loves you, I can assure you, someone does. You may not know this person very well, you may have lost contact with this person, you may have fought with this person, but they DO STILL CARE. I CARE. It breaks my heart to think about how many people ponder the thought of committing suicide, and I cry when I think about how many people actually go through with it. I may not know you, but God does. And I can tell you, with ALL OF MY BEING, that God loves you. The creator of the Universe loves you. Even if you’re gay, even if you’re trans, even if you’re depressed. If you don’t believe in God, that’s fine. But know that you are cared for and loved. My father attempted suicide when I was 8, and I still struggle with the thought of, “I might have lost him.” Spend time with your loved ones. Don’t be afraid to ask for reassurance. Talk your feelings out. I’ve been depressed, and I know it’s a cold, lonely, degrading experience. TALK WITH YOUR LOVED ONES. And if you truly feel like you have no one to consult, try to meet new people. You are undoubtedly an interesting person. You are not ugly. You are not boring. You are not a waste of space. You are beautiful. You are intriguing. You are precious. If you feel like you can’t talk to new people, then please, I beg of you. Call a suicide hot-line, find a support group, or find a good church. I cannot stress this enough. Seek help. Suicide is a thought sparked by the feeling of depression. Depression is usually sparked by a traumatic event or a feeling of solitude/unimportance. These feelings are rooted in loneliness, and even abandonment. YOU NEED AN OUTSIDE SOURCE TO HELP YOU THROUGH IT. Never feel like you are troubling someone by talking to them about these feelings. You are worth every second of their time. You are a beautiful creation, and there is only one of you. There will only ever be, ONE, YOU. People do love you, even if it doesn’t feel like it. And things will get better, even if you don’t see how. Please, I beg of you. Think about this.
Love you.
(A comment I left on Markiplier’s let’s play of “Don’t Take This Risk”. If you do go to watch the video, be warned that it covers very dark themes.)
I went to college on the G.I. bill and all it cost me was some P.T.S.D and a best friend who took his own life because he couldn’t handle his. I wouldn’t call that worth it.
You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself
but you killed everyone else around you too.
this need to be on everyone’s blog
this makes me think..
God bless whoever wrote this.
I’m not crying you’re crying
Where was this when I needed it ? I really cried .
My heart is broken.
I’m at a loss for words right now
Wow. Literally crying. I hope everyone who needs this reads this.
Hopefully Undertale doesn’t turn into a fandom that will bully people (possibly to suicide) because they mis-gender Frisk or Chara and didn’t know any better.
AngelMihe 