Beautiful words from Tsarina on LiveJournal.
I don’t watch Glee, because there are so many reasons I can’t. But I hear a lot about it, because one of my best friends writes really interesting things about the show and its place in current culture and fandom and art and the world. So I sort of know, more or less, what is generally happening because it fills up Tumblr and my friendslist. That’s nice in a way, because I can learn about the cool stuff and read the good fic without having to actually watch the show and deal with how hard it punches my buttons about high school.
Today that’s really goddamn hard. Because apparently the most recent episode of Glee deals with suicide.
Every story is different. You just absolutely do not know what it will take to break you until it comes.
However, a growing number of self-advocacy groups and allies assert that attention-seeking and attempted suicide are professional myths about self-harm… More importantly, he notes that people with experiences with self-harm identify strongly with the concept of survival. Activists such as Louise Pembroke have spoken about needing to self-injure to stay alive and survive the pain of sexual violence and institutionalization.
“Dr. Jerome Motto, who has been part of two failed suicide barrier coalitions, is now retired and living in San Mateo. When I visited him there, we spent three hours talking about the bridge. Motto had a patient who committed suicide from the Golden Gate in 1963, but the jump that affected him…
Followers, I’d like to take the time to tell everyone about Suicide Prevention Day that’s coming up in September.
I lost one of my good friends to Suicide on October 3rd, 2010. Cole Wilson was his name, and he was 17 years old. 17 fucking years old! Suicide is the 3rd leading cause of death in…
Any other year this week would have passed me by like it was totally normal. I probably would have seen something somewhere and thought “oh yeah ok suicide prevention. cool.” but this year it has such a different meaning. All those other years I never knew what it actually felt like to lose…
During my junior year of high school I was diagnosed with major depression. Every morning I’d get up and contemplate suicide. I was under a lot of stress at school with two AP level tests coming up (& I was failing miserably at them), I was a major lead in the school play, I had been staying up…
Today when I went into work, I was in one of the worst moods I could have possibly been in. Shortly after I clocked in, this lady came in. She was picking up three sandwiches. I was on the grill cooking a steak and cheese; so my manager rung her up.
Lady: I'm having a terrible day.
Manager: Oh what's wrong?
Lady: I started going back to school and seeing all the other kids makes me really sad.
Lady: *starts tearing up* My daughter died last year right around now.
Manager: *takes her hand* I am so sorry.
Lady: *starts bawling* She hung herself.
Me coming into work wishing I was dead, made me feel like a terrible person. This moved me so much, you have no idea. After the conversation my manager and the lady sat down and talked for a good half hour. She had to go back to work and close. I almost cried listening to her story. I couldn't even handle it. People, including myself, should never think about killing themselves. Seeing the hurt it brought to that mom was unbearable. If you ever think no one will care, someone will.
Reblog if you have ever lost someone to suicide. This has got to stop. We all need to rise and help these people. All they need is someone who cares about them. More and more people are taking their own lives, and we could have done something to stop it. All you have to do is try and befriend them. Little acts of kindness can make a big difference to someone.
It never seems to come up until it happens near us. Until it’s thrown in our face. But it’s everywhere. The person you bumped into today, the person who mows your lawn, the person who took your order, the person who sits behind you in math class.
The first time I had something…