![]() The monster-me clawing my chest to get out and screaming inside my brain. I enjoy video games, superheroes, movies, TV, blah blah blah. I’m an only child, a millennial whose family benefited from the middle-class prosperity of the 1990s. I come from a loving, supportive family and I’ve never been abused. Do you want to talk? How can I help?Īnd make no mistake: if you are thinking about the words “I am suicidal” in a serious, non-ironic sort of way, you need help. That doesn’t make what I feel any less valid.)Īnd sometimes, it’s just what you need: understanding - That sounds awful. (I know, my life isn’t as bad as some people, DUH. Deal with it.) Sometimes it’s ignorance - you just want attention, your life isn’t even that bad. (Yeah, thanks you jerks) Sometimes it’s blind panic - why haven’t you said anything before?!? (Because you get that look on your face.) Sometimes it’s straight up fear - how can I ever leave you alone again? (You can. Sometimes it’s trepidation - uh oh, it’s Natalie being crazy again. Those words inspire so many different emotions in people, depending on their own situations. It’s amazing how difficult it is to say three simple words. But that doesn’t matter now - I know I have to get this out, once and for all. Nearly a year since my own suicide attempt.Įven now, while I sit in my tiny living room in front of the TV watching a Hannibal marathon, I’m not really sure exactly what I want to say. Nearly a year since my news feeds and e-mails were filled with renewed interest in stories from around the world about those struggling with depression and suicide. It’s been nearly a year since Robin Williams killed himself in his California home. ![]()
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