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jersey-voice:

So the 2014 Jersey Voice Media Festival is officially closed for submissions but we’re running a special extension just on Tumblr.
Do you:
Live in New Jersey
Have something to share about mental health 
Want a chance to win prize money
?
Just share something with the tag #JVMediaFestival or submit it as a question and we’ll enter it. One week only! Ends March 14th.

Please share this! Prevent Suicide, share your story and win prizes!

jersey-voice:

So the 2014 Jersey Voice Media Festival is officially closed for submissions but we’re running a special extension just on Tumblr.


Do you:

  • Live in New Jersey
  • Have something to share about mental health 
  • Want a chance to win prize money

?

Just share something with the tag #JVMediaFestival or submit it as a question and we’ll enter it. One week only! Ends March 14th.

Please share this! Prevent Suicide, share your story and win prizes!

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.

and

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.

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speaking-monkeys:

All week, I’ve been wearing this ribbon. And everyone has been asking why. It’s suicide prevention week. I personally haven’t lost anyone close to me to suicide, but I know people who have. I’ve lost my classmates. School administration didn’t even do anything; they acted like nothing happened. One of their students was gone, never to be seen again. And they didn’t even care. All around school, people wrote his name. One of my teachers talked about him. The entire student body was in a state of shock, but no one talked about it. The teachers acted like it didn’t happen. But it did.
There are people who need help, everywhere in the world. And they’re not getting the help they need. Sometimes it’s just too hard to see the ones who truly need it.
Even me, I seemed like the happiest person on the face of the planet, but I wasn’t. I’ve cut, and I’ve worn mass amounts of bracelets to hide them. I’ve been suicidal, and I’ve completely planned out my death, to the very last thing. But no one knew it.
The one person who noticed the one night I needed it the most was my friends mother. She walked over to me, sitting all by my self, picked me up, and hugged me. She asked if I was ok, and I told her no. She held me, while I broke in her arms. To this day, I don’t think even she’s realized that she saved me that night. That was the night I decided to pull myself out of it. I turned my life around.
Thank you.
So to anyone, anyone at all, I’m here for you all. I love you all; and you have a reason to live, you just need to find it.
And for those of you who don’t want to talk to me perse, call the hotline (1-800-273-8255). Talk to a parent, a friend, a teacher. Let someone know, because there is a better way.

speaking-monkeys:

All week, I’ve been wearing this ribbon. And everyone has been asking why. It’s suicide prevention week. I personally haven’t lost anyone close to me to suicide, but I know people who have. I’ve lost my classmates. School administration didn’t even do anything; they acted like nothing happened. One of their students was gone, never to be seen again. And they didn’t even care. All around school, people wrote his name. One of my teachers talked about him. The entire student body was in a state of shock, but no one talked about it. The teachers acted like it didn’t happen. But it did.

There are people who need help, everywhere in the world. And they’re not getting the help they need. Sometimes it’s just too hard to see the ones who truly need it.

Even me, I seemed like the happiest person on the face of the planet, but I wasn’t. I’ve cut, and I’ve worn mass amounts of bracelets to hide them. I’ve been suicidal, and I’ve completely planned out my death, to the very last thing. But no one knew it.

The one person who noticed the one night I needed it the most was my friends mother. She walked over to me, sitting all by my self, picked me up, and hugged me. She asked if I was ok, and I told her no. She held me, while I broke in her arms. To this day, I don’t think even she’s realized that she saved me that night. That was the night I decided to pull myself out of it. I turned my life around.

Thank you.

So to anyone, anyone at all, I’m here for you all. I love you all; and you have a reason to live, you just need to find it.

And for those of you who don’t want to talk to me perse, call the hotline (1-800-273-8255). Talk to a parent, a friend, a teacher. Let someone know, because there is a better way.

staystrongstayproud

Great video from our friends at The Trevor Project, answering this question:

Y-CARE? Because:
- Suicide is the third leading cause of death among 15 to 24 year-olds.
- LGB youth are up to 4 times more likely to attempt suicide than their straight peers.
- Depression is treatable and suicide is preventable.

tokyoglitter

tokyobabydoll:

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…

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metaphoricheart:

1-800-273-TALK (8255) is the number to the Suicide Hotline.
I put it in as a contact in my phone. Why? Because there may be someone I come across that will need it. I have the number memorized now, but what about three weeks from now?
Another reason is, I’ve been there too many times this year. Maybe you have too. So do yourself a favor, and put it in your phone. Maybe it will save you in that dark hour.
Because we all need to remind ourselves not to give up.
If you can, please reblog this, not for my own personal gain but because I’m sure someone who is following you needs to see it.

metaphoricheart:

1-800-273-TALK (8255) is the number to the Suicide Hotline.

I put it in as a contact in my phone. Why? Because there may be someone I come across that will need it. I have the number memorized now, but what about three weeks from now?

Another reason is, I’ve been there too many times this year. Maybe you have too. So do yourself a favor, and put it in your phone. Maybe it will save you in that dark hour.

Because we all need to remind ourselves not to give up.

If you can, please reblog this, not for my own personal gain but because I’m sure someone who is following you needs to see it.

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j0c3lyn:

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…

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emandem:

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…

drownedcat

thiswolffbites:

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…

b33mo

Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend somewhere along in the bitterness. And I would have stayed up with you all night. Had I known how to save a life.

theyoungrestlessandreckless:

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.

pok-e-balls
  • 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.
  • Manager: Why?
  • 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.
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rainbowballz:

Two years ago today, my friend, Nicole Mahnke, took her life. She was eighteen years old. 
Nikki was such a beautiful person. She loved everyone and had such a big heart. People trusted her. It was because of her, being an out lesbian, that I realized I didn’t have to live my life in the closet. She gave me the courage to be proud. The best hugs came from her, the best conversations - late nights eating cheesy potatoes and watching shitty cable are some of the best memories I have of her. I remember the first time I went to the mall with her and her girlfriend at the time, watching them hold hands and kiss in front of all of these wide-eyed strangers and it was beautiful, the fearlessness she had. She wasn’t afraid of anyone, she was only afraid of herself.
Nikki could never grasp the kind of ripples she would leave behind her when she died. Two years later and it still hurts just as much as it did the day I found out, my phone trembling in my hand as I tried to keep myself together. I don’t think she really understood the concept of never waking up, of never being here, of watching the world go on without her. She was capable of amazing things and now, so many people are going to be deprived of meeting her, knowing her, and loving her, the way her family and friends did. The way I did. The way we still do.
Nikki thought she was alone - she wasn’t, and neither are you. If you’re contemplating suicide, remember just how many people care about you and dare to trust them. If Nikki had called anyone - me, her parents, her other friends - she might still be here. Don’t make such a permanent decision to any temporary problem. Life is worth living, with all the bad things you have to endure. You are worthwhile. You are beautiful. You deserve to live.
Please, please, contact one of these hotlines if you ever feel like things are getting out control. For the sake of those around you, but mostly, for you. Please.
1-800-SUICIDE
1-866-4-U-TREVOR
1-800-273-TALK

rainbowballz:

Two years ago today, my friend, Nicole Mahnke, took her life. She was eighteen years old. 

Nikki was such a beautiful person. She loved everyone and had such a big heart. People trusted her. It was because of her, being an out lesbian, that I realized I didn’t have to live my life in the closet. She gave me the courage to be proud. The best hugs came from her, the best conversations - late nights eating cheesy potatoes and watching shitty cable are some of the best memories I have of her. I remember the first time I went to the mall with her and her girlfriend at the time, watching them hold hands and kiss in front of all of these wide-eyed strangers and it was beautiful, the fearlessness she had. She wasn’t afraid of anyone, she was only afraid of herself.

Nikki could never grasp the kind of ripples she would leave behind her when she died. Two years later and it still hurts just as much as it did the day I found out, my phone trembling in my hand as I tried to keep myself together. I don’t think she really understood the concept of never waking up, of never being here, of watching the world go on without her. She was capable of amazing things and now, so many people are going to be deprived of meeting her, knowing her, and loving her, the way her family and friends did. The way I did. The way we still do.

Nikki thought she was alone - she wasn’t, and neither are you. If you’re contemplating suicide, remember just how many people care about you and dare to trust them. If Nikki had called anyone - me, her parents, her other friends - she might still be here. Don’t make such a permanent decision to any temporary problem. Life is worth living, with all the bad things you have to endure. You are worthwhile. You are beautiful. You deserve to live.

Please, please, contact one of these hotlines if you ever feel like things are getting out control. For the sake of those around you, but mostly, for you. Please.

  • 1-800-SUICIDE
  • 1-866-4-U-TREVOR
  • 1-800-273-TALK