You have influenced every person you’ve ever met.
I wanted to post this just, really to get it out there, to let people know that it is, in fact, a problem that many people face.
*****If you have thoughts of suicide please either talk to me or someone you know and we can help you get the resources you need to get help.*******
My older sister, my earliest mentor, my inspiration, my first and best friend attempted suicide on sunday night.
She overdosed on lithium. We were fortunate that she changed her mind last minute and called her ex, who then called 911. She was rushed to the hospital where they induced vomiting and got the majority of it out of her system before it became lethal. She was released from the hospital this morning after being put on a 24 hr. watch.
She came so close to dying, the thought of it brings tears to my eyes.
I was told the next morning right after I got home from class. My mom called my, she was distraught, we all were. I rushed over to my mom’s house to make sure she was okay and we drove to the hospital together.
When I saw Lissa there on the bed I just wanted to tell her how much she means to me. I wanted to tell her how beautiful she is and how much I look up to her. I wanted to tell her how much I love her. I wanted to let her know that she is one of the strongest people I’ve ever met, but I couldn’t get my words out. Instead I crawled in her bed and gave her the most sincere hug I’ve ever given. I didn’t want to let her go, let her slip away from me. She’s my best friend, my first playmate, and my mentor… and she didn’t feel like she had a worthy place on this earth. I want her to be my bridesmaid when I get married, and visa versa. I want her to be there to see me get belligerently drunk on my 21st birthday. I want her to see me graduate college. I’m not ready to let her go. She has so much life left to live. She is my sister, and I am so lucky to have her. I’m so lucky she’s still here.
So, please, if you have thoughts of suicide talk to someone, anyone, and get the help you need.
Remember you are beautiful, strong, and brilliant. You have influenced everyone you’ve ever met.
This week is suicide prevention week.
National Suicide Prevention Week (NSPW) is an annual week-long campaign in the United States (and the internet!) to inform and engage health professionals and the general public about suicide prevention and warning signs of suicide
Warning signs may include:
- Loss of interest in previously pleasurable activities
- Giving away prized possessions
- Problem behaviour and substance misuse
- Apathy in dress and appearance, or a sudden change in weight
- Sudden and striking personality changes
- Withdrawal from friends and social activities
- Increased ‘accident proneness’ and self-harming behaviours
Please, if you a feeling suicidal call one of these numbers:
United States: 1-800-784-8433 / 1-800-273-8255
Argentina: + 54 (0) 223 493 0430
Australia: 1 800 198 313
Barbados: (246) 429 9999
Belgium: +32 (0) 2 648 40 14
Brazil: 55 11 31514109
Canada: 905 734 1212/ 905 382 0689
Croatia: (01) 4833-888
Cyprus: +357 77 77 72 67
Denmark: +45 70 201 201
Egypt: 762 1602/3
Italy: 800 86 00 22
Ireland:+44 (0) 8457 90 90 90
France: 01 46 21 46 46
Germany: 0800 181 0771
Or talk to a close friend/ family member.
And remember, my ask box is always open.
I visited my brother’s grave yesterday.
I’m fucking right. here.
I love you all, if you ever have suicidal thoughts, my ask box is always open.
LET ME HELP.
I’m always here for my followers. My inbox is always open.
Damn it. I am SERIOUSLY here for you guys. :/
You better all fucking reblog this.
Bullying is serious, I’m not tagging, unfollow me if you don’t like it, sorry.
This right here!!!
:) makes you think that there might be a smidgen of good out there.
SUICIDE IN THE TRENCHES
By Siegfried Sassoon
I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.
In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you’ll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.