Please tell me I’m not the only one who is really into haunted houses and creepy places? I know I’m not!
I am not sure if I’m an introvert with a lot of friends or an extrovert who really likes Netflix.
Go to brunch and see how exhaustingly average most people are. Invite an old friend to a flea market and remind yourself why you stopped hanging out with them.
My head hit the wall and left a dent in it. I was dazed when he kneeled down and asked if I was ok. All I could think was, “Really? You shove me and then ask if I’m ok as if you’re really concerned?”
What has become of the human spirit that we no longer believe in overcoming obstacles when the going gets tough?
It’s so easy to walk away From pain, to replace it with something else. It’s so easy to let that diversion take over your life, to give up and not try.
Openly talking about depression and suicide and mental illness is awkward and uncomfortable. It’s difficult, and people don’t always cope with such discomfort in the same ways. But it is through embracing all of the awkwardness and discomfort that the stigma associated with medically treating mental illness can begin to melt away.
Like they say, suicide eliminates the chances of things getting better. I promise life does get better, and you have to power to make it so.
I remember a few months after, someone I had met that didn’t know about my attempt made a joke, “I can’t think of anything worse than failing a suicide, you fail so much at life that you fail to even kill yourself” and I thought, I can think of something worse than failing a suicide, and that is actually succeeding in killing yourself.
For those of you struggling with holding onto life–it gets better. It really does.