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r3gulus-a-black · 23 hours
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penguins-in-pyjamas · 8 months
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Something people don’t often talk about with chronic illness is the grieving. Having to grieve your old life or, -especially if you were diagnosed as a teenager like I was- the life you could have had. And having to come to terms with the fact that you can’t have that life, or even that you might never have that life, is so hard.
So anyone who is going through this, I see you, and I understand. I might not understand your specific circumstance but I can understand parts of it. You are doing amazing and I am so proud of you.
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camryn-haitani · 3 months
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is that offer still up?
dazai osamu x reader
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your mental health is declining and dazai notices but says nothing. he unexpectedly catches feelings but before he can confess, it's already too late...
TW: angst, suicide, cursing, I guess a lil plot twist at the end, self harm, gun, kissing a dead body, Google translate Italian.
I started watching bungo stray dogs and I already love it. I've been in love with dazai since I first saw him😭😭
the gif has nothing to do with the fic, I just think he looks hot in it💀
you lay in your bed, feeling numb. you don't know why you couldn't feel anything. you tried doing the things you used to love, but they don't seem the same anymore.
your phone rang multiple times, dazai's contact always popping up on your screen. you let it ring, not wanting to talk.
*BAM* you shoot up from your bed to see what the hell that noise was. you walk out of your room to see your front door busted open with dazai in the frame.
"why haven't you been answering my calls, bella donna?" he asks. "oh I turned my phone off, been doing some work..." you lie. dazai gives you those 'oh really' eyes. he walks past you and I to your room. "hey! get out!" you follow.
"aha! just as I thought. you can't lie to me, cara." he picks up your phone and unlocks it. he goes to your calls and sees the 25 missed calls he's given you. "fine you caught me." you raise your hands up in defeat.
"mhm that's what I thought. but anyway, kunikida asked me to give these papers to you to fill out and bring them back when you return." dazai hands you a folder filled with papers busting at the seams.
'great' you say to yourself. you put it on your desk and push dazai out of your apartment. "wait! before I go, I wanted to ask you something." he turns around. "would you be interested in joining me in a double sui-" "goodbye dazai." you slam your destroyed door in his face.
you lay back in your bed and drift off into sleep.
next day
*BAM* you were woken from your sleep with another slam of your door. 'well, there goes the rest of it.' you get up and put on a hoodie, making sure you've cleaned up all the blood from your arm and none it gets in your hoodie.
"oh y/n!" dazai yells. he waltzed into your room. you hide your knife under your bed before he comes in. "how's that paperwork coming alo...ng." he looks at your desk and sees the folder right where he left it yesterday.
he points to it and looks at you. "you know... kunikida is going to be very mad. and you know he's a grumpy pants when he's mad." he states. "trust me dazai, I know how kunikida gets when he's mad. I've had to face his wrath multiple times." you roll your eyes.
"if you'd like, you can come up to the agency and we could fill out paperwork together." he suggests. "uhm I think I'll be ok, but thank you dazai." you smile at him. "hey, y/n?" he asks. "yes, you suicidal maniac? if you're asking me to join you in a double suicide, then I'll decline." you answer. "noooooo of course not. i was actually going to ask if I could have some tea and I wanted to catch up with you. i miss talking to you." dazai looks at you, his gaze soft. "oh... I'm sorry, yeah of course. my apartment is a bit messy, I'm sorry."
you prepare y'all's tea and sit down at the dining table. "how have you been, y/n?" dazai sits down. "I've been ok. how have you been?" "suicidal as ever, my dear." he holds your hand. your heart races at the thought of him seeing what you did last night. he slides his hand further up your wrist. "shit I think the teas done." you get up.
after y'all's small talk, dazai took his leave. you called up the landlord of your apartment to get a new damn door. you slide down the wall and just say there, feeling lifeless. you don't have the heart to tell him your plans. you truly love him dearly, but you couldn't stand to see him hurt by your intentions.
you continue to sit on the floor against the wall until your door busts open again.
"holy shit! kunikida?" you yell. "what the hell have you been doing all day?! you need to finish that paperwork or else I'll be in deep shit!" he takes a few deep breaths and sits down at your table. you still in the floor, looking into nothing once more.
"listen, dazai cares about you." that snapped you outta your trance. you looked at him confused, wanting him to go on. "there's a reason he's been here the past 2 days, but it's not my place to tell." he says. "just... please get that paperwork done." he stands up and closes the door. you go back I to staring into nothing, debating on what to do
the agency
'if she's going to do what I think she's gonna do, then I don't have much time left.' he says to himself. while dazai is having an internal battle with himself, he failed to notice kuni walking in. "hey, dumbass." kuni tries to get dazai's attention. 'he's so deep in thought, he still hasn't noticed me.' kuni walked over and starts shaking dazai. "oh hey man, what up?" dazai answers. kuni sighs and sits across from dazai. "you know what's up." kuni says. dazai just looks down at his work. "you've gotta say something, you can't keep doing this." kuni stares at him. dazai stays silent. "just think about it, ok?" kuni stands up and hits dazai's shoulder in a comforting way. dazai just puts his chin on his desk and thinks.
over the course of a few months, you barely came to work anymore. maybe twice every few weeks or not at all. you've been getting worse and worse with every passing day. not eating, showering, not doing anything. dazai barely came over anymore, in fear he'd see you completely destroyed by your mental health.
but this one day, the one day that made his whole life flip around. you came into work. you looked trashed, but you didn't care. you walked through the door, looking around frantically. "hey where's dazai?" you ask kuni. "he's in the next room over." he answered not looking up from his book.
you march into the room, you see him talking to a co worker. "y/n!! you're here. i mis-" he was cut off by your lips onto his. he was shocked but kissed back. you pulled back and whispered an 'i love you' and ran out the door. dazai too shocked to follow you.
you ran all the way back to your apartment and slide down your wall. the letter you wrote to dazai also on the kitchen table. knife still in its place where you left it. cold blade caressed your skin, pressing deeper and deeper.
once you thought it was enough, your eyes hazy and getting heavier from blood loss, you pulled out your gun. it was small, but it was enough to do damage. you clutch the letter in your hand and pull the trigger.
dazai, however, was running for his life to your place. he knew it and didn't do anything about it. he finally reached your door and didn't break it down this time. he had a key, he just never used it. he unlocks your door to see you laying in the floor, blood pooling beneath your body and gun clutched in you hand. he finds a letter in your other hand. he takes it out and reads it
To Dazai,
if you're reading this, I've already committed suicide. I'm sorry we never committed your double suicide. i just want you to know that none of this was your fault, it was mine. I never told you because I thought you would think of me differently. I've loved you the first day I worked at the agency. please tell kunikida I'm sorry that I didn't finish the paper work, I'm sure he'll be mad at me. always remember that I love you.
sincerely, y/n
he takes out his phone and calls kunikida. "where the hell are you?! you bolted out of the office and I've been alon-" "y/n said they're sorry for not finishing their paperwork." dazai cuts him off. "yeah they better be. what even happened? why were they looking for you?" kuni asks. "you'll know when you get here." "what the hell does that even me-" dazai hangs up.
he clutches the letter in his hand. he leans down and kisses you. "I'm sorry I didn't say it back, but I love you." he caresses your cheek. he kneels down and holds your hand as he takes the gun you used from you hand and points it at his forehead.
"but we'll meet again soon, bella cara. i promise." and he pulls the trigger.
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please remember you aren't alone. there's always someone to talk to. even if you feel like you are, you aren't. my dms are open for anyone and any reason. i love all y'all. stay safe
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mazingsand · 1 year
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helping-online · 4 days
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Introduction:
Mention of triggering topics such as Su!c1de.
Hello everybody, welcome to the introductory post of helping-online.
Recently I have had three online friends attempt (one succeeding) at taking their lives.
The first one I had known the longest, I was 30 minutes too late to stop her, but she only attempted and is alright.
The second one happened without warning, I had known her for the least amount of time. She was given the account by the person above and attempted (succeeded) 3 - 5 days after the incident.
The third one I was there for. I saw her post 5 minutes after she put it out, and tried my best to help her. I had details. Her country, she was struggling with mental help, she was in her house in the closet and had a gun. I don't know if she's okay.
This blog was made for people who have friends online and in real life to try and help others and spot signs of struggling mental health. After the events above I knew I couldn't follow, and I had to make a change. That's why I made this blog. To help you, or others around you who may be struggling.
If you are struggling with su!cidal thoughts:
. Know you are NEVER alone, there is always somebody on your team. This blog is a safe space to comment your problems.
. Tell somebody. A problem shared is a problem halved. Parents, friends, family, people online. All here to help.
. Think about who you might effect, and how they might react. What does this do for them?
. If you ever have any triggering thoughts or emotions call your local suicide hotline. Here are the numbers for a few countries below:
Sourced from this link, there are way more: https://blog.opencounseling.com/suicide-hotlines/
America/U.S.A:
Emergency: 911
Hotline: 988
Australia:
Emergency: 000
Hotline: 131114
Brazil:
Emergency: 188
Canada:
Emergency: 911
Hotline: 1 (833) 456 4566
China:
Emergency: 110
Hotline: 800-810-1117
France:
Emergency: 112
Hotline: 0145394000
If you are trying to help somebody (online) and it is an emergency (they are threatening to do it) try these steps as soon as possible:
. Treat every warning sign as a possibility.
. Message them tell them that there's another option, that you're here for them to talk, that they need to talk to a hotline.
. Ask them their situatuion (where are you, what weapon, what time, what's your full name etc.)
. If you're in their country try and make a call to the hotline, or the emergency call. This lowers their chance of succeeding the attempt.
. Try to calm them down, "put this --- down" or "Can you stay on the phone and talk to me about ---"
. If they don't answer over text, call them until they pick up. This was something I didn't do and this could have really helped my third friend because I was there for her.
Sometimes being there isn't enough, but whatever happens is never your fault.
REMEMBER YOU ARE NOT THEIR HEALTHCARE HOTLINE, NOR ARE YOU TRAINED TO DO THIS SO WHAT YOU'RE DOING IS ENOUGH. Never feel guilty about these things. (and neither am I, I'm just trying to help people in need)
If you are worried that a friend might be trying, but have no proof look out for signs, and ask a support network for help.
Getting over the death of somebody close to you is hard, especially if you don't know if they're okay. Please know that you aren't alone. Please know that you don't have to do this.
Helpful links:
https://www.lifeline.org.au/media/3fzlcsza/web-revd_june-2022_ll-2pp-toolkit_help-someone-at-risk-of-suicide.pdf
A reblog, comment, like, or any kind of attention on this blog would be greatly appreciated as it can spread the word and maybe even help individuals struggling.
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slaymaxuwu · 1 month
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I'm sick of everyone genuinely get the hint I'm not a fucking dog but if you treat me like one ill rip the shit out of you this isn't fair
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bonnie-is-bumbling · 11 months
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"I'm not trying to steal the spotlight. I'm just neurodivergent and trying to relate to you."
My friend and I were in Discord, having a discussion, and this came up. I thought it was a worthwhile point to spread.
See, before diagnosis, I had been through the wringer over this. The most memorable was a lady in Second Life, who told me I was only stealing the spotlight and not responding to her, just continuing on my own stories.
Me? I was confused. And I truly felt awful when she told me how it made her feel. I apologized, but it was not accepted.
I was told that I was just saying that, and being told to prove I was sorry.
It was maybe a year ago, possibly two. I don't even remember her name. But I do remember how I felt. I remember it clear as day. (I actually sometimes gripe at myself for hanging onto it. My brain clearly didn't get the memo that it's waaaay done and over with.)
I felt like a horrible piece of subhuman shite. I called myself a narcissist, and went into a full panic and upset, I told everyone to block me for their own safety, I changed my username, profile, everything to just call myself a big nope and warn people away. I know- overreact, much?
I couldn't afford a diagnosis, I had been told I was Neurotypical and just 'Unique' my whole life. But it still makes me walk on eggshells. And I mean I do it with everyone. Even those I love.
The Second Life lady was by far not the only time online, or in person that I had this experience and it b r o k e me. The way I try to conduct myself is that I try to extend kindness. And to be a spotlight thief is unkind. So that must mean I am unkind?... That's how I took it. That I was lying to myself, that I was cruel, inconsiderate, a narcissist, an asshole, a manipulative piece of shit. And that's so bloody toxic to myself, and inadvertently, others.
I wanted, not to die, but to cease my existence, so nobody would have ever been hurt by me in the past, present, or future. I struggled, and still do. I still lay down like a doormat so I don't offend the people who, in all reality, would be fine if I put in my opinion or thoughts. Because my mind, even after dx, still worries about crushing the one eggshell that sends the other person into upset, caused by me. Even when I'm not the guilty party, I will still feel guilt over an upset and try to fix it.
I'm aware this isn't great, but today, it's leaps and bounds away from where I was. I've actually been able to stand up for myself some, or brush some things off. At least consciously. My self-talk has improved. I try not to rely 9n my diagnosis, but when I feel it's necessary, I will inform my partner in conversation. It doesn't always get through to them, but... After that, I can much more easily accept if it just goes awry. I do fight with myself, and have to try so hard not to label myself so horribly right away. Healing is NOT easy.
Those of us who can't afford official diagnosis, or can't access it. We're in pain and we don't know what's going on. If you see someone seeming to steal the spotlight, please don't accuse them of doing so to belittle you right away.
Look at what they're saying or why they might be saying it. Give them the same opportunity you would want. I didn't mean to be a jerk and steal the spotlight when I was accused. I know that for a fact. I thought we were making conversation, truly and honestly, and the accusations hit like a bullet to the general view of myself.
Those of us without diagnosis, please don't think of yourself as I did of myself. Look into what you truly intended, and try not to bully yourself over it. It feels horrible, especially when you don't know why it's happening, and why you're 'like this'. Your mental health, no matter your condition; no matter of your diagnosis status, does not deserve the hurt. If you meant well and were accused of being cruel, you still meant well. Hold onto that knowledge. Correct what you feel you need to. Take responsibility, but just don't beat yourself up like I did!
You've got this, and even if you don't have a diagnosis, or can't get one, know you're still valid in how you feel, function, and think.
I'm still practicing this myself, but...
Have patience with yourself. You're doin' ya best! ♡
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euesworld · 1 year
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"You are an old soul, an old friend that I have never met.. but my soul knows, yes.. my soul knows you, it recognizes your pain, for it is a pain of my own. And should you ever need me, I will be there.. I will pick up the pieces of my puzzled heart by the handfuls and come to your rescue. I may not rescue you, but I'll be by your side and you won't sink in that ship alone.."
Whatever life throws at you, I will be by your side - eUë
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battlevann · 1 year
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it's hard to sit down and tell myself that it wasn't my fault. I don't like to think about what that family member made me do to them, but I have to. I have to live with it forever, and that means i will have to remind myself that i was a child. i was maybe five or six, i could not have known what they were doing and i could not have understood and said anything about. They keep saying they didn't mean it and that they didn't know it was wrong because of their medication, but they obviously knew to tell me that no one else could know.
im not even sure they still had the medication at the time.
anyway, if you are a victim of incest or any form of SA or harassment, you are not alone. It was not your fault.
I love you all
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reginrokkr · 2 years
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❝I fault you not for your confusion on the matter. Mortal urges can be quite... overbearing to some.❞ Animalistic even, much to his dismay. But let it not be him the judge of this phenomenon, he whom believes himself to be above mortal desire. Of the carnal kind, at least. ❝What is worth a proper study is the timely manner in which this occurs. Always growing in intensity on this particular day while remaining a constancy the rest of the days.❞
@starwardsword​ ♥︎ed for a tiny thing!
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captainpirateface · 2 years
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"Little Frog and the Great Polar Bear"
The little Frog knocked on the Polar Bears door.
“Hello Bear! Are you there?”
The large white polar bear appeared, annoyed and unfriendly.
“What do you need little toad? I don’t have time for religion..” Said the Polar Bear
The little frog was confused.
“No Bear! I don’t come bearing the scripture. I come in need of a personal and dark request.” Said the Frog.
The Polar Bear couldn’t help but let curiosity get the best of him.
“And what is this request little toad?”
Said the Polar Bear
The little Frog shuffled about nervously…
“I have come to be eaten by the great Bear. It is said you can swallow a tiny thing like me in one gulp. I am tired of living Bear, nobody loves me and nobody cares for me anymore." Said the Frog.
The Polar Bear felt his large heart weaken.
“Well little one, then who will eat me? I am too large to be swallowed in one gulp. I am just as lonesome as you, I have nobody that cares for me… Where’s my relief? "
Said the Polar Bear.
The little Frog looking somber sat next to the great Polar Bear.
“I thought I was alone in these thoughts Bear… So what’s next? Will you be eating me or am I to travel this big scary world all alone? I don’t want to be alone anymore.”
Said the Frog.
The Polar Bear thought hard.
“Well little toad, I can’t promise things will get any better… but maybe we could just talk a while, and then maybe face the future together, side by side. I wouldn’t mind the company.” Said the Polar Bear.
The little Frog smiled.
“What a sight that would make! A God Damn Frog and a Bear!!!"
"Bear, I think that sounds amazing.”
Said the Frog.
The two new friends sat enjoying their slightly new view of the world.
“And Bear…” Said the little Frog,
“I’m a Frog… not a Toad.”
The Polar Bear smiled and nodded his head.
“I won’t make that mistake again my little Frog friend.” Said the Polar Bear.
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Sometimes we just need some likeminded others to understand us….
Love,
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If you or a loved one is having suicidal thoughts:
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daddys-mindful-love · 2 years
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PHEW!
Where are you all at? I just rode it like a champ & did a full speed drop & am hopefully right there by your side to help you all out, as well.
🙌🏽🧿🧘🏽‍♂️🙏🏼🎀💝
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We come back strong!💪🏽
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andiemandie · 1 year
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F*ck those people
I'm going to start this off by saying I'm a hypocrite. I have surrounded myself with horrible people and I'm too comfortable with the pain to get rid of them because what other option do I have? Being alone? I couldn't do that.. But I want to at least let anyone looking know: You can leave. Anyone surrounded with friends who treat you as less than them. Anyone who has friends that ignore you or get mad at you when you open up to them. Leave them, ditch them and don't look back. If you need someone to be friends with to fill that void, talk to me. I could use some new friends.
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uncanny-tranny · 11 months
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"The only person who can save you is yourself, don't rely on anybody else!"
Actually, what has saved me is books and my favourite video game and my cats and my friends who I've shared late nights and too-early mornings with and the dew-covered grass I walked on on the way to a competition bus in ninth grade band and the sunburn that kept me out of school for days the month prior.
I understand the viewpoint of how you are ultimately the person who can save you, but don't discount that you aren't an island. You aren't meant to be your sole savior. Let others save you, too. You are worth the care and love the universe has for you.
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the-force-awakens · 2 months
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Still not used to this life or death situation stuff. That's good, 'cause I'm not either. You never get used to it.
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avephelis · 3 months
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evil artstyle chippy if i have to touch another gradient in the next week i'm throwing hands
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