#suicidal awareness

[ur-battdoll911]

alright, time to talk everyone.

Okay, this is probably be long, but i need to tell and spread awareness. a little tthing can go a long way. my friend Izzy haas servere depression and anxiety, so shes not in a good place in liffe at this time since shes also suicidal. theres this girl named Makayla (the white blonde one, not the black one, @itzmariellecade knows who) and shes what we call a, "friend". see, Izzy loves her like always, she loves all her friends, but the thing is, Makayla has made her cry 3 times, all for bad reasons. Makayla also hated by most girls in the 6th grade, and since everyone loves and knows Izzy, ord gets spread quickly. and i'vve spoken to what we'll call the victims of Makayla and they all seem to have one thing in common. they all have a mental disorder that makes life harder. Makayla claims she has had it bad, and me and Cade are starting to question if shes lying or not. she claims to be adopted and that her mom is a drug addict, which i could see, but 8 siblings? and she procceeds to add to the story, and shes lied so much that im starting to question if this is all real. so, shes bullied a ton of people, a lot of girls have grown to hate her for how she treats people, so that means that most girls i have met seem to actually hold a grunge. and so, on wendsay, Makayla said that we were leaving her out, which we werent and you know what happened? Izzy started sobbing. i dont care if its just a few words, a little something can go far. i have attachment issues, but the one person i havents found myself defending is her. i'll probably say more soon, but you all, be careful for what you say and do, a little goes far

[mosscaller]

Suicidal people deserve a safe place to talk about their suicidal feelings. Without thinking they could be put in a mental hospital. That fear is so real and so many can’t speak up due to the fear of what might happen.

[strawberryfemmesapphic]

Some things that I've noticed as a suicide survivor at 6 months since I went to the grippy socks hospital:

-feeling incredibly guilty when those dark thoughts pop back up

-feeling like you 'didn't deserve' to go to the hospital because your situation wasn't as bad as others

-being terrified to drink tea again because that was how you took your old meds

-wanting to talk about your experience but not knowing how

-being angry that you didn't get the help you needed while staying there

-whenever you see the book you read while staying there, the memories flash back in your brain and you feel sick

[g00fy-g00b3r]

Har har har har harr.. *casually makes a really personal and disturbing vent post that I should probably be worrying about instead of posting it to strangers because it might make them uncomfortable*

TW! Mentions of suicide, gore, and other messed up shit

If you feel uncomfortable with any kind of venting leave now I want to ensure safety and please don’t worry about me, I love you and stay safe <3

Im so fucking done with myself I just want somebody to break into my house and gut me while I sleep I want to choke or just die in general I’m so fucking tired of this messy shit going on in my life there are so many changes going on and I can’t handle it it’s giving me so much anxiety and I can’t find my razor I’m so goddamn unhappy I need a break I want to kill somebody but I also want to die but I don’t I’m so fucking mad what’s the point of me dying everybody dies anyway I know I’ll never have a successful future just kill me already I’m so mentally drained and tired I’m treating my friends and parents like trash even though I love them am I really lesbian I’m so invalid all of my scars have faded I can’t find my razor and even though I can use pencils I won’t bleed and I won’t feel invalid oh god why am I here am I a boy am I a girl I don’t fucking know help me please

Stay safe ML

[pho3nixdawn]

September is Suicidal Prevention Awareness Month! Help your loved ones if they go through it or a stranger. Help each other out.

[neuroticboyfriend]

If you struggle with substance abuse but not addiction, you still deserve support. If you struggle with suicidality/self harm urges but don't act on it, you still deserve support. If you struggle with psychosis and paranoia but have insight, you still deserve support. If you struggle with anything but are "coping with it," you still deserve support.

You dont need to be in imminent crisis to get help - safety planning, harm reduction, resources, and accommodations. You're still struggling. You're still suffering, You're still at risk/in danger. You deserve better - you need better. Your health and wellbeing matters.

[mintmatcha]

do kiri and the reader ever reconnect? it really seems like he cared about her and vice versa :(

I think the unfortunate truth in that reader was unjustly upset with kirishima for years.

They spoke once on the phone, months after you had left the apartment complex. He had tried calling before, but everything went straight to voicemail, like your phone was off.

"Hey." Joy rushes through him. "Hey! it's you, hey!"

"What do you want?" The timbre of your voice is still so flat. but there's air behind it now.

"I just wanted to see how you were! You sound better."

The line crackles with silence.

"You there?" he asks.

"You told my parents I was going to kill myself, Kirishima." Anger shakes in your tone, strong enough it knocks Kirishima's excitement away. "They pulled me out of school."

What? No, he just- No. You were just sad. You weren't going to kill yourself. Why would you do that? His brain would let him pick up the pieces and puzzle them together.

"That's not what happened."

"They pulled me out of school, they sent me to a hospital. You ruined my life, Kirishima."

Instead of silence, the space between words is marked with your breathing. Heavy, labored: he thinks maybe you're crying.

"Were-" His voice goes high. "Were you really gonna kill yourself?"

The line goes dead.

[hollisartsblog]

September is suicide awarness month, and I think it's important for me to speak about it. I spent weeks trying to decide if I wanted to draw this or not, it's been a long time since I've written a comic but here we are. this might be the hardest thing I've ever drawn for me, but I needed to get it out.

I thought I hated you, still, i miss you a lot. You would never imagine me missing you. Even if you think you are alone, you are not. please seek for help, please call someone. I hope you can read it even tho the quality isn't so great.

[frownyalfred]

the Batfamily is quippy despite being quite serious, in most incarnations. but not Marvel quippy. the kind of quippy where you're staring down a threat (collapsing building, villain hurtling toward you, etc) and instead of joking about it being a rough day, they say man, this is gonna hurt or I just finished healing from all those broken ribs or even I really hope I live through this. all painfully true. it's going to hurt, you're definitely going to re-break all those healed ribs, and yeah, you might not live through it.

[ur-battdoll911]

tw: about suicide and self harm

I lay here tonight, tears in my eyes. emotions. would she be gone? was she a brave soul who would take their life? i wishh i could help. i dont know how. they're a person i hardly know. yet, i love them so. i can only imagine the blood tickling down them, or their cold pale face. i hate that image. i wish people saw how much it could affect someone else. i could never do it, but that dosent mean my mental state will be okay. if they do see this before they pull the trigger, i hope you know that you are amazing. i'll miss you. i'll miss talking. i dontt say this a lot but... i love you. thank you for everything. you'll never know, but you made me beam when i was mad, or sad, and you helped cope with my emotions. i hope your happy in the afterlife. if you can, will you visit my dreams? and can you tell me if heaven and hell are real? these are my last requests. goodbye....

(poem called "Suicide", in honor of @likeadeadbattery who has posted that she would take her life on Friday. although i wish she wouldn't do it, i cant and wont stop her, since she has her reasons. i wish her luck and i hope she can change her mind, but i wont ever force her. i hope she knows she plays a big part in my life, and has made me happier then ever. - Jenna Droter or @ur-battdoll911)

[m1d-45]

will you promise that i'll see you again?

summary: your people refuse reason, and their damage refuses to heal. when it seems as if the whole world has left you, your dutiful knight still remains by your side.

word count: 2.3k

-> warnings: implied suicidal ideation (reader + unnamed side character), reader's previous deaths are mentioned in somewhat graphic detail

-> gn reader (you/yours)

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“you’re one of the only things keeping me going, you know.”

dainslef turned to you in surprise, the even neutrality to your tone a sharp contrast to the rapid pace of his heart. he wasn’t a fool, he knew that the hunt had to be taking a heavy toll on you, but this…

this was more than he expected.

he knew he was one of a pitiful few who saw through celestia’s false puppet, who knew you for you and not their mirage. he knew that the entire world was hellbent on erasing you from existence, that you’d been forced through your own death countless times as teyvat pulled you apart and pushed you back together far from the scene of your would-be murder. he saw the golden scars across your skin, the dried remains of blood lining the wounds you hadn’t been able to patch yet. he’d been the one to wash them away, not minding the refuse soaking into his gloves if it meant your hands could be clean.

he recognized the dull exhaustion in your eyes, the same as the ones he saw in the reflections of lakes. tired, worn, barely there, hanging on by one solitary string that was wound so tightly around a desperate hand.

you had always been his reason for continuing. when the traveller broke down and the ruler of the abyss hid from the sun, you were there. when the chasm’s mud clung to his boots and the memories in his head burned as nails forced between his eyes, you were there. his rosary was kept tight to his chest at all times, familiar prayers pulling him up in the morning and forcing him to sleep at night. he was alive for far, far too long, but you made it bearable. you were his duty, his promise.

he never once thought that he’d be yours. then again, he never thought that he’d have to defend you from the ones you once called friends. time never did pass how he expected it to.

“…leading light?”

you looked down, twirling blades of grass around your fingers. he had led you up to a mostly desolate area of sumeru, west of bayda harbor. it close enough to the sea, forest, and desert that you could reasonably make an escape through any of those routes if need be, while also providing a rather pleasant view. the sky was bleeding red and gold as the sun sank below the horizon, a remarkable sight that fell on blind eyes. there was no use trying to enjoy nature’s beauty when he still kept one hand on his sword and both ears pricked for the slightest sign of danger.

you shouldn’t have to worry about your safety. you shouldn’t have to prioritize based on how likely you are to get hurt, or how easily it would be to make an escape. you still flinched when the wind blew a little too quick, used to it heralding armored footsteps and battle cries. in another life, you were welcomed with open arms, able to enjoy yourself without constantly being on high alert. teyvat did what it could to adapt; the air was still, frozen in time, barely a bird chirping for miles. it was meant to be comforting, he thinks, but dead silence was more unnerving than any breeze.

“i mean it.” he could hear every shift in his cloak around your shoulders, the heavy fabric doing little to soothe your stress. it was yours more than it was his now, to the point he felt claustrophobic wearing it. how long had he been traveling with you? the days blurred.

“i don’t doubt you.” he never would. never could. he’s not sure, even if he somehow wanted to, that his body would allow him to treat your words as anything less than fact. “but i don’t understand what you mean.”

you were a god. the creator, the first, the one that shaped the sovereigns scales and laid the foundations of earth. you predated the archons, celestia, the very skies themselves…

and he, somehow, was a driving motivation for you?

his words must have been funny, a sharp laugh tumbling out of your mouth. it was bitter, humorless, and somewhat raspy. he made note to find some water for you later. “what else could i mean?” you turn to him, some of his confusion lost as your eyes found his. even this burnt out, deep bags set beneath them, you still managed to steal the very air in his lungs. “you’re the only reason i��m still here.”

he didn’t know what to say. what was there to be said, when you were you and he was him? when the world had abandoned you, it made sense you’d cling to what remained faithful. it was merely coincidence he happened to find you first, that’s all. coincidence that you trusted enough not to run from, coincidence that you allowed to care for your injuries. there was nothing to say, because you held nothing for him in particular, only leaning on him out of need. he had to believe that. what was he left with if that wasn’t true? an awkward truth hid beneath his well-known lies, too large for him to see the edges, let alone to contain.

“please… do not say such things again.” to ask of his god what he could not ask of himself was surely some form of heresy, as was willingly laying aside his guard when he was the only one who was tasked with protecting you. he pulled his attention from the tide below, from the rustling trees, holding faith that the world would not be needlessly cruel. he stepped forward, kneeling beside you. even up close, you still seemed painfully small. “it is your own resilience that has allowed you to persevere.”

it’s the earth that leads you from danger.

it’s the water that follows you wherever you go.

it’s the leylines that whisk you to safety.

it’s the wind that warns you of what’s to come.

it’s the you from the past that protects the you in the present.

it’s the you in the present that provides for the you in the future.

it’s you, from everywhere and everywhen, continuing to fight.

and yet you sigh. you look away, across the sea, tracing fontaines skyline. “it really isn’t. i was lucky to run into you when i did.”

you had just crossed the wall back into the forest, burning hot and shaking. he was the lucky one, in truth, to be able to pick your figure out from the sand below. perched on a high cliffside, even mitachurls were reduced to small brown flecks.

you had worn a cryo mage’s cloak, which was what initially drew his attention. abyss activity wasn’t uncommon in the area, but a cryo mage in the desert… that was cause for intrigue. he stepped forward and slid down the steep face in front of him, a slight puff of dust marking his landing in the desolate sand of old vanarana.

he didn’t know what to expect. you stumbled around the jagged remains of a tree, heading for the statue of the seven. he followed, only growing more confused. cryo and dendro did not react with each other, and there was no way to “slow” a statue. a scouting mission, maybe? but why a cryo mage, when pyro would have been far more advantageous in the case of an attack?

he leaned around the corner carefully, prepared for the sight of a staff or the chanting of abyssal magic filling the air. the entire world seemed to be holding its breath, frozen in place and waiting for some trigger to continue.

he saw none of that. you were collapsed at the foot of the statue, faint wheezing only making it to his ears by virtue of the standstill around him. you held no staff, commanded no magic, your chest barely moving with air.

he’d never seen a mage seek out the archons when dying. one hand squeezed the handle of his sword as he crept forward, ready to strike should the situation turn against him. the sand barely shifted beneath his feet, his own heart sounding too loud to his ears. you did not move, showing no signs that you had noticed his approach. he still didn’t trust it.

your cloak was tattered and torn, with thick gloves atypical of a mage. they reminded him more of hilichurl wraps, which was strange considering you wore no mask. your face was instead covered by what looked like eremite cloth, just as stained and dirtied as the rest of your clothes. what he could see looked almost human; in another life, he could believe you were a weary traveller, lost amidst the sand.

he was acting foolish. if the abyss had a human tool, he needed to figure out why. he reached down, undoing the sloppy knot of your veil and letting the brocade fall limply to the grass.

…grass. he blinked, eyes flickering between the ground and your face, not sure which was harder to believe. flowers had bloomed around you, protecting your body from the blazing sands, and he’d be a fool not to recognize the face plastered all over every bounty board.

he didn’t understand. if nothing else, he thought the archons would have enough respect for their creator to know when they were being lied to, yet before him was barely living proof of the inverse. sweat beaded along every inch of exposed skin, deep-set heat exhaustion burning you from the inside out. how could you be a threat? how could they be so blind?

he looked again, the shine of elemental sight straining his eyes, catching flickers of the dendro energy pouring from the statue. you were the only one the archons would feed. you were the only one to make the very earth break its own rules, allowing lotuses to bloom from barren soil. something painfully similar to rage threatened what remained of his rationality, and it took all he had to push it aside.

that didn’t matter. if he went off on some banal revenge quest, he’d be no better than them. your safety mattered more. he picked you up and set aside how calm his curse felt, beginning the trek back to his camp. behind him, the flowers already began to wither, losing their persistence without you to foster it.

perhaps that initial meeting was luck. but these was no luck involved in your trust in him. when you woke up and saw him at your side, you chose to trust him. you chose to believe that he was not like the others, that he would protect you, and he was forever grateful for that trust. nobody could fault you for being angry, for being spiteful about what you were put through and choosing to lash out. nobody would have the right to be upset if you chose to vent your wrath against those that had hurt you.

but you didn’t. you chose, again and again, to believe in the world. you chose to let them live their lives, even if it meant getting hurt again in the process. you chose a quiet life traveling with him over the comfortable life on your throne. to willingly choose to travel with a disgraced knight to spare your people guilt… he couldn’t decide if it was noble or reckless. either way, he was selfishly happy that he was the one to stay by your side.

“i won’t try to convince you. but, please.. do not give up on yourself so easily.” i know far too many who have died by the same hand. “the world and its opinion does not define you. only you get to decide where fate leads.”

you lean towards him, and he thinks you might have passed out- but no, your head lands on his shoulder with far too much precision. he stiffens, not used to existence without a constant pain beneath his skin. “how motivational. you tell all your soldiers that?”

his heart is beating too quickly, thoughts unusually hard to grasp. you’re the only one who could have this effect on him. he only wished it wasn’t now, when your belief in yourself was on the edge. “i mean it. none of this is your fault, and neither are celestial actions the people’s fault. i know that you are hurt, but i don’t want you to accept that main needlessly. you shouldn’t have to view your creation with such pain.” slowly, carefully, he raises the hand closer to you, doing his best not to disturb you as he settles it on your arm. he’s can only hope that the contact brings you as much comfort as it does him. “if nothing else, believe me. promise you’ll at least try.”

he doesn’t think you’ll agree. why would you make a promise to one who represents the heaven’s betrayal? why would you let him hold you close at all, when you can surely sense the bindings of those who tried to kill you wrapped tightly around his soul? he doesn’t know. all he can do is hope.

“…alright, dainslef. i promise.”

twilight has long since fallen, and yet he smiles for the first time in centuries.

[strawberryfemmesapphic]

TW sewer slide ideations/a plan/ED

People who have SI or a plan do not usually want to die. They want their pain to end and that's the only way we can think of to end the pain. Read All The Bright Places, it has so many good quotes that help explain suicidal people's thoughts. We don't think about anyone else. We truly think that our existence isn't valued by anyone so that's why we say things like "don't worry about it" or "you don't have to be nice" or why they won't even talk to someone about these dark thoughts because of how some people feel about sewer slide(which is completely valid. And we never want to put our lives in another person's hands. We never mean too. We understand that some people have severe trauma surrounding this topic)

Please be safe. I love you. I won't blame you if you feel you need to leave. But please try one more time if you can.

[rabbitcrimes]

When people are like Wei Wuxian was NOT suicidal it’s like. Ok sure. He just believed that his debt to the Jiangs should be paid with everything up to and including his life. And also that the moral and obvious thing to do in any situation is to put himself between anyone and harm's way. This is because he thinks he’s unkillable but he makes himself unkillable for the same reason he’ll die for a good enough reason: because it’s a way to have worth!

And then famously once everything goes to shit he does beg Lan Wangji to let him die as part of the moment where he is either destroyed by his own evil magic or lets his own evil magic tear him apart, a distinction I don't personally think matters very much at that point. Less explicitly textually, his mentally ill ass behavior after he gives up his core says to me that he wishes that he'd died honorably for Jiang Cheng when he had the chance and doesn't know what to do with himself since he hasn't.

Again I’m aware that he’s operating under a pretty specific set of culturally informed norms as a cultivator and member of a sect but like. TO ME. Everything about how Wei Wuxian conducts himself indicates that he has a box in his mind at all times that says 'in case of emergency break glass' and what’s inside the box is his own death. All the sound of mind actions of a man who has a normal and not suicidal relationship to death.

[lemainestudio]

April is SA Awareness Month - revisiting this dress from last year and the meaning behind why I made it

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[thoradvice]

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If anybody can donate, the link is here

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This dog would be life-changing for me, as a mobility service animal can provide balance and stability when walking, meaning I can be more physically active and preserve my mobility. They can also help me with chores around the house, remind me of medication, and alert someone in an emergency; all of this would mean that I could finally have the independence to move out of my parents' house, something that has always been out of reach for me, due to my inability to take care of myself and household tasks, as well as fear of what may occur in an emergency

I know times are tough for everyone, but I would be forever grateful to anybody who could spare a little, or even share this <3

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Still very wild to me when people try to gotcha Jason with the whole "if you can kill other people for being evil why can't they kill you" when jason is like. One of the most passively suicidal characters I've ever seen. What if man