I care about you too Gypsy ^_^

Not even gonna lie. ;~; I started shedding tears reading this. It is amazing how a simple message can be so strong. I was lucky enough to have amazing people in my life who helped me when I reached that phase... not everyone is so lucky. I hope more will reach out for help. Life IS worth living, no matter how sad and miserable it may be. It gets better. Hurt fades, and when you let that wish to die fade away... You can see how much beauty is really hiding in the world.

I completely agree

I used to work security at a hospital and I had to watch countless teenagers that were put on 51-50 holds. Its sad that today's youth thinks that hurting themselves is the alternitive.

You need to punch life in the face and tell it that you will not give up! Show life that you are better! Demand life to take the lemons back!

None of my so called Friends cares but I won't go as far as suicide. Not that depressed. Never understood the reason for that. Still it does help that others do care. Still to take your life in such a way is a bit harsh.

No one cares of me. But I push on, taking away the thought of suicide and replacing it with rage quitting on video games

Oh god this journal the feels ;-; I lost my best friend to suicide almost 2 years ago now.
So I definitely agree that every month should be prevention month, definitely shouldn't just be the one.
It's lovely that you made this journal for your watchers, and it's nice knowing you care.
Thank you for this <3


Of course

Thanks for this vote of confidence today. A nice message to start the day off well. :}

I've been depressed for a long time, but I wouldn't be able to kill myself over all that happened. There's so much to see happen still, and no matter how bad it gets, seeing what the future will hold and even just taking the chance that everything will get better is enough to drive me on.

I did have a friend almost commit suicide, and after almost 4 hours they agreed to wait and see if things got better, and they did. So at least give it a chance to get better, to all of those who read this.

Gypsy... You gave me a heart attack cuz I though ya know.... But that doesn't matter this is really sweet.

I saw the journal title and freaked out

Thank you for this. There needs to be far more people like you in our wide wide world.

Oh thank you! >.<

I love people who actually do this and will lend their ear to anyone who needs one.
also, I saw this on here some time ago, it really hit me

The morning after I killed myself, I woke up.

I made myself breakfast in bed. I added salt and pepper to my eggs and used my toast for a cheese and bacon sandwich. I squeezed a grapefruit into a juice glass. I scraped the ashes from the frying pan and rinsed the butter off the counter. I washed the dishes and folded the towels.

The morning after I killed myself, I fell in love. Not with the boy down the street or the middle school principal. Not with the everyday jogger or the grocer who always left the avocados out of the bag. I fell in love with my mother and the way she sat on the floor of my room holding each rock from my collection in her palms until they grew dark with sweat. I fell in love with my father down at the river as he placed my note into a bottle and sent it into the current. With my brother who once believed in unicorns but who now sat in his desk at school trying desperately to believe I still existed.

The morning after I killed myself, I walked the dog. I watched the way her tail twitched when a bird flew by or how her pace quickened at the sight of a cat. I saw the empty space in her eyes when she reached a stick and turned around to greet me so we could play catch but saw nothing but sky in my place. I stood by as strangers stroked her muzzle and she wilted beneath their touch like she did once for mine.

The morning after I killed myself, I went back to the neighbors’ yard where I left my footprints in concrete as a two year old and examined how they were already fading. I picked a few daylilies and pulled a few weeds and watched the elderly woman through her window as she read the paper with the news of my death. I saw her husband spit tobacco into the kitchen sink and bring her her daily medication.

The morning after I killed myself, I watched the sun come up. Each orange tree opened like a hand and the kid down the street pointed out a single red cloud to his mother.

The morning after I killed myself, I went back to that body in the morgue and tried to talk some sense into her. I told her about the avocados and the stepping stones, the river and her parents. I told her about the sunsets and the dog and the beach.

The morning after I killed myself, I tried to unkill myself, but couldn’t finish what I started.

By Meggie Royer

*hugs very tightly*

Thank you for this. :)