surviving suicide feels like it leaves a deep wound inside you. you feel guilty for breathing, having a heartbeat. your blood isn't your own anymore. you feel like you really, really should have died. and everyone thinks you're better. but you're not, not really anyway.
deep down, you feel like you truly did die on that day. and nothing is real anymore. like you're just a ghost and nobody knows it yet. but your corpse is rotting somewhere.
tw // graphic descriptions of hanging
your body is hanging from the ceiling. your neck is being strangled by that godawful wire. you're limp and deceased. the door is locked. nobody has found you, and you're not sure if you've found yourself.
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Things on tumblr I'm tired of as a severely mentally ill person:
- people saying "kys" to other people
- untagged triggers, or triggers tagged with a censor/uncommon variation
- nondisordered people forcing themselves into disordered communities
- being unable to block ads that trigger me
- still being able to see posts that I've tag filtered or from a person I've blocked
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I genuinely cannot describe the anticipation for my shipment of my medicine to arrive. I feel as if for the past few months to after I was a senior in high school that I've has this stereotypical weight on my chest. Like...I Am not only completely capable of going to the grocery store, speaking to co-workers, and paying bills. Attending college on top of that plus deity worship though study and consistent prayer has been a complete fucking nightmare of literal divine intervention.
Maybe I'll never have a 'normal' brain structure, and my reproductive organs hate me. I can afford a few hundred to do this. I kicked and screamed, petitioned, and job hunted for this. I can and I will function danm it!!!
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Is there a way to become, un-disabled?
Is there a way to be free from the trauma repeating daily in my head?
Is there a way to escape the physical symptoms of severe anxiety, panic attacks, flashbacks, and the constant fear & nervousness?
Is there a way to stop it all?
Will I be on these meds my entire life?
Sometimes I just sit and wonder if I’ll ever truly feel…free.
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MH23.02. Suicide attempt survivor, Joseph M. Lenard.
MH23.02. Suicide attempt survivor, Joseph M. Lenard.
Mental Health Awareness with Sara Troy and her guest Joseph M. Lenard, on air from January 10th
I am a Suicide attempt survivor (and the SELF DISCOVERY it led to) and my TS book has a major Suicide prevention sub-thread through it to try and aid others with Depression…
Joseph M. Lenard (aka: JLenardDetroit) Author, blogger, cancer survivor, former IT professional, podcaster, political activist,…
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TW: suicide, trauma, survivors guilt
I feel like suicide attempt trauma is an underused concept in whump. I get it's dark but so many other things are too?
Give me more whumpees who tried to escape through death only to be haunted by that attempt after they make a proper escape.
Whumpees with survivors guilt after losing their friends but surviving their own attempt.
Whumpees who don't tell anyone about their trauma because they survived, didn't they?
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it's a fucked up survivors guilt. you're grieving yourself. you're angry at yourself. you should die. you're alive. you're dead. it's happening all at once and it's hard to explain.
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Oh my GODS I tried to fucking off myself. I literally looked a God, psycopomp and Death themself right in the eyes at 16 years of age and asked for the fucking wifi password. (I could have asked for his name or a danm sycth, but noooooo.)
The kind of sack it took though. I was insufferable!!! All teenagers are(even you person scrolling though my blog in vauge disbelife of druid therianthropy) If you are considering sucicide don't actually, you will probably fail the US education system does not do the medical field a justice. Even if you are not in the US you are a child. No amount of being online will help you google how to do it successfully. Especially if you have a crappy partner or parents to go home to. Just remember you have to deal with me on tumblr still. :)
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reading another story on Live Through This (fantastic website, I read one every so often when I'm particularly down) and I clicked one at random (usually I filter for Christian specifically) and it was really really good?? very comforting and uplifting and all that. dude's name was Jack something iirc
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Happy belated birthday to my one and only sibling.
He turned 25 yesterday, and when he woke up yesterday, I had a long chat with him when I was doing my inner rage makeup lol. He’s literally the love of my life. I love him so much.
I’ve learned some hard lessons while loving my brother.
We are eight years apart in age, and I was so excited to be his “Didi” (big sister in Bengali) when he was born (and now I have him call me his “Dada” (big brother - and while I’m not completely a man either, I love that I get to explore masculinity in this way with him) - he’s been so accepting of my gender journey).
But we had a really rough childhood.
For most of my life, I wanted to protect him. He COULD NOT go through what I did. I refused. I would rather beat him than my parents (and I did a couple times - it was misguided and encouraged. I was violent when I was a child in ways that were socially acceptable to our family at the time.). He had very little physical abuse from them. Unfortunately he had a lot of emotional abuse. Something that both of us were taught to just take and swallow as normal. I do not fucking care if it’s “culture” - it was abuse.He had a lot of high expectations put on him, but he had a lot of developmental trauma. My parents wanted things to be “normal” but he couldn’t behaviorally mask like I could. He barely could make friends or be social from a very young age. It was very hard for him to talk to people outside of me. He couldn’t speak his truth. It hurt to see him silenced by society… silenced by our family… and silenced by himself.
And when he was in middle school… that’s when he couldn’t suppress his tics, compulsions, obsessions, and severe depressive and delusional episodes.
It was horrible. I have lost count of the hospitalizations, the attempts, the phone calls (everyday) and visits pleading with him, the “fixing” that I did, the “he’s not doing his tics to annoy you” conversations with my father, the “stop telling him to get over it and be happy” conversations with my mother….
I wanted to keep him alive at any cost. And I did at great expense to my own health. We have since worked on our mutual codependence to save our relationship.
I honestly thought I’d lose him by now. I really did. You have no idea how deep and varied my grief in this life goes.
As he said in his birthday post, last year was the first year since 2012 that he has not had a psychiatric hospitalization. He is living independently now. He still has issues with our parents but family/love/trauma/this life… is very hard.
I am so hopeful and I am SO PROUD OF HIM.
I am proud of you even when you feel like you’re at your worst.
I love him. He’s a wonderful writer, he’s so nerdy about his fandoms, he loves his dog Candy, he’s incredibly creative, he’s got a great laugh, he’s curious about the world, he’s a good friend, he’s empathic (maybe too much) and caring… he’s my everything. We have had countless fights and so many reconciliations. And life is still tough.
I was honored to help you move out last Fall, despite what I was going through. I would do it again and again and again.
I love you. 💕
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