I will crawl down in your eyes and turn your hair to seaweed groves
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I thought I hit rock bottom before, but no.
This. This is rock bottom.
I feel like I’m suffocating with no way out. I want everything to end. Seriously. I’m fucking done. I’m throwing in the towel.
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“I won’t burden you, anymore.”
At times,
She wished she'd
Depart sooner
As opposed to later
She was estranged from them
But, still, within, held some lingering feelings
(residual fondness)
Her wish to depart
Was born of instinct
And these lingering feelings
Death frees all
If she departed sooner,
Then, they'd be freed from her
Somehow, she found solace
In this more so than herself being
Freed from the burden of existence
She'd tell them
Not to weep and mourn for her
But, instead, to rejoice
When that day comes
As, now, they're free.
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But what if I just let myself get to 30 so I could go in my sleep.
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I have been having a lot of "scary" thoughts again. The past few days to be exact. I haven't had any suicidal ideations for a couple of months. But lately my mental health has been kicking my ass!
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Me: damn this situation I'm in sure isn't ideal, what am I gonna do about this
Suicidal Ideation Man who lives in my brain: perhaps I have a suggestion ☝️🤓
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the thing about living with mental illness for decades is that occasionally your brain will be like hey you're useless and should kill yourself and your only real reaction is cmon man right now im in the middle of something
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lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)
if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.
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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.
I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.
I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.
If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.
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synchromancer
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[images ID: three images of a comic titled "one must imagine sisyphus happy" by druid-for-hire. it is a visual narrative beginning with someone with wrist pain (depicted by bright orange nerves) working at a drafting table. the reader is shown the same wrist as the person uses it for many everyday tasks such as carrying a grocery basket, pushing elevator buttons, typing, and doing dishes, until the pain dissolves all the panels into chaos. the person then performs several physical therapy exercises until the pain subsides. they sit back down at a desk with their laptop, sigh, and begin typing. a small spark of pain reappears. end id]
a fun little piece i made during the semester and submitted into our school comic anthology! (which you can buy at the Static Fish table at MoCCAFest in NYC ;] ). it's about artists and injury
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Replacing "I dont want to live" with "i dont want to live like this" was v helpful for me because it helped me figure out what parts of my life i was trying to escape and reminded me there are absolutely versions of myself i want to work towards and ways of living i havent experienced yet that i want to see
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I hate when people say suicide is the easy way out, they have no idea the pain you must be in to want to end your own life
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You know the cluster migraine is bad when your significant other ends up holding you while you clutch your head and sob about wanting to kill yourself to escape the pain.
Twelve hours. Twelve hours I was in so much pain I wanted to die.
And yet I still don’t qualify for pain management treatment and keep getting prescribed preventatives that don’t work for me because “we prefer not to prescribe painkillers where we can.”
Fuck you.
This is how people end up self-medicating and overdosing.
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the urge to die and become nothing becomes stronger every day
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