my favorite picture ever is the one that says “HELL IS FULL, BITCH” and then it has the national suicide prevention hotline on it. it makes me smile every time
there’s no such thing as a stupid reason not to kill yourself.
your school sells cookies on thursdays? your favorite band is coming out with a new album? you’re still saving up for that tattoo? there’s still five sodas in your fridge and it’d be a shame to let them go to waste? you want to see the season finale of that show you love? keep living.
your reasons don’t have to be big, if they mean anything to you then they’re good reasons.
You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself
but you killed everyone else around you too.
this need to be on everyone’s blog
this makes me think..
God bless whoever wrote this.
im crying
I never usually reblog things like this.. but if it saves just one persons life… please take thime to read this even if you think there is no point in living. Please.
anyone with common sense: bullying can cause isolation, depression, self harming and suicidal thoughts
a asshole on this hellsite: umm some ppl deserve 2 be bullied lmao,,,,,it’s not that bad :))) some of y’all are weirdos and deserve 2 feel awful about urself,,,i don’t see why u think it’s severe sweaty,,,
Every time you say vets are money grubbing, or ‘too expensive’ or just in it for the money.
Every time you decline all diagnostics yet demand to know ‘what’s wrong with my pet’
Every time at a social function or other completely inappropriate
place you find out that someone is a vet you ask them for free advice
about your animal.
Every time you feel justified posting a shitty practice or vet review
when everything was done according to the standard of care but your pet
died anyway.
Every time YOUR lack of preventative care resulted in your pets early death yet you blame the veterinarian.
Every time she gets in early and stays late and works an 80 hour week
because your pet that had been ill for days suddenly becomes an
emergency at 5pm on a Friday and you demand to be seen – claiming these
heartless vets won’t treat your baby.
Every time someone says ‘why didn’t you become a real doctor?’
Every time someone complains about the cost of veterinary care…
comparing human medicine and insurance subsidies to pet ownership
(totally voluntary btw).
Every time that someone doesn’t pay their bill and thinks that they are entitled not to because pet ownership is their ‘right’.
Every time someone walks in to a clinic and threatens to ‘sue your ass if you make one mistake with my baby’.
Every time a graduate vet looks at the hundreds of thousands of
dollars in crippling debt and listens to clients driving Mercedes and
bmws complain about the cost of a spay using good anesthetic care and
adequate pain management.
Every time… You are part of the problem.
The problem is suicide in veterinarians. Most of us went to
veterinary school because we care. We have a calling to care…. but there
is a dark and expensive cost to compassion.
in the wake of that horrible youtube video, it’s important to support suicidal people and remember suicide victims. i don’t know who that man was but his life shouldn’t be a footnote under the event of this scandal. his life was important.
yo click that link from op. it’s a really amazing and very respectful 20 minute Vice documentary that goes into this forest, its history, its significance, and the topic of suicide. if you can handle the subject matter, it’s a very enlightening piece that gives much needed context to this whole youtube mess.
ifesbob 