You Have Reminded Me That I Once Brought This Into Existence. Thank You

You have reminded me that I once brought this into existence. thank you

Welp- here he is-

He lowkey looks like a fish but at this point I’m too tired to care

bad romance by lady gaga but it's bad bromance

A concept

Danganronpa V3 incorrect quote dump

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Kaito, pointing at Kokichi: He dumped water on us! That’s a serious assault!!

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Shuichi: *thinking* She’s a nice person...

Miu: Even your ear holes are so tiny! Smexy!

Shuichi: *thinking* and a messed up one, too.

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Kokichi: Hm? I’m Kokichi Ouma, nosy big brother to everyone!!

Kokichi: My motto is “Friendly to all!” That’s me!

Kokichi: So why won’t you be more friendly to me, Saihara-chan~?

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Kokichi: What was that for? You wanna cut me in half or something?

Maki: ...

Maki: ...

Maki: Of course not.

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Kokichi: What am *I* doing? Well, all I am ever doing is “having fun”, nothing more.

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Tenko: A boy?

Tenko: I’ve never been friends with a boy before.

Tenko: But I’ll try my best.

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Shuichi: ...So that’s it! I only feel aroused around Kaito because he saved me!

Kaito: ...

Kaito: You said that out loud-

I think an extremely important part of mental health awareness and intervention is acknowledging that no, help isn’t actually always available. Or the “help” that is, isn’t actually helpful.

When I was 22 I hit a wall. I called the suicide hotline from my car so my roommates wouldn’t hear me crying. I explained that I could barely shower, feed, or dress myself. I needed immediate intervention.

They asked me if they could send an ambulance for me. They wanted to hospitalize me. I explained that I was a week away from finals. And graduation. If I were hospitalized, I couldn’t graduate. The inpatient program also didn’t allow phones or visitors, and I knew how disastrous it would be for me to lose contact with my family support system.

I didn’t need to be hospitalized. I needed daily solutions. Simple ones, even. I needed a few precooked meals in my fridge so I could use my menial energy to keep my body going. I needed a doctor to contact my school and ask if I could have some extensions on my class assignments. I neededna few excused absences so I could catch up on my lost sleep.

They told me there was an intensive program that allowed residents to live in an inpatient care facility and get daily help with tasks like eating, therapy, medication, and showering, while still leaving for work and school, but it cost $30,000. I told them half the reason I was calling them was because of my financial pressures and fear.

In about 10 minutes of back-and-forth, it became clear that they had no true solution for me. I could go into the hospital and an inpatient program which would interrupt my entire life, and which I knew did not create very good results and had traumatized some of my own friends, or, well, I couldn’t even go into debt for the other program. They didn’t accept any new patients without half of the cost upfront. So it wasn’t even an option.

No therapist or psychiatrists or social workers could fit me in for 3-8 weeks.

So I said thank you and hung up, emotionally spent. I felt utterly empty.

Sitting in my car I realized I had a choice, to live or to stop. Nobody was going to save me. Nobody was going to help.

So I went inside, and I cried myself to sleep, and when I woke up I still hadn’t made a choice. So then I did. I chose to live no matter how terrible, just in case things turned around down the road.

It was unspeakably difficult. I didn’t shower. I barely ate. I either slept too much or not enough.

But I did survive, and a year later I got with a therapist who started to make things a little lighter for me.

I still struggle now, but things are usually much better, and I’m glad I’m still here.

I just think it’s important to acknowledge that for many people, especially in rural areas, and for people without money, which is most people, that the “help is always available” line feels hollow. Because often times it isn’t, actually.

But that doesn’t mean there will never be.

Overall, we need to build an entirely new system for mental health support in this world.

But for now, ask yourself or your friend in crisis what might make things a little more bearable until help actually is available.

A meal? Emailing a professor? Clean laundry? What might make things a little lighter?

I know that on the very brink, things like this may seem totally pointlessnor trivial. But if you can’t stop yourself or someone from falling, sometimes the only way to save someone is with a softer landing.

my neighbors trained their bird to sound like a screaming child then put it in their front porch for the whole neighborhood to hear

out-fucking-ragous

after traveling 2,000 miles with my mother, in the middle of my senior year, to escape my abusive stepfather, she demonstrates for the umpteenth time that she is an absolute child. well, im done taking care of her. tonight she got into a fight with my grandmother because she refused to put in the most minimum of efforts to help around the house, and my grandmother told her to get out. this is the second night in a row that i, an 18-year old boy, have had to break up a fight between my mother and grandmother before it turned physical.

i am going to move in with my dad in michigan, for the time being. i have no drivers license, about 100$ to my name, and im not even out of school yet. i’ll probably have to take a greyhound.

my venmo is wwinchester if you want to help me out