I keep seeing so many “suicicide prevention” blog topics, I am almost about to puke.
There is but ONE prevention for suicide and that is LOVE…UNCONDITIONAL FUCKING LOVE.
Unless a person is experiencing some serious-ass, off-the-wall hypomania, or like me, experience major depression mixed with sleep deprivation or some other mind-altering substance, they’re not going to just kill themselves out-of-the-blue.
People who kill themselves have wanted to kill themselves for a long time.
It takes a lot of strength and courage to kill yourself.
I haven’t looked at the statistics but I would be willing to bet that most successful suicides were preceded by a few fails, or “cries for help”, as I like to call them.
People these days for the most part, including myself, are self-absorbed assholes and that doesn’t make it easier for a person to decide NOT blow their brains out of their head.
We ALL HAVE WEIRD ASS ISSUES, these days.
The people who appear to not have weird ass issues are the ones whose issues are really super-weird.
It’s just part of American culture now….issues…psychiatric issues.
Sorry, feminists, I love you all very much, but there is a noticeable link between the onset of feminism, the breakdown of the family unit and now, hoards and droves of people with emotional issues stemming from childhoods consisting of one-parent households..
Don’t get me wrong, I believe evolution had us heading in that direction, anyway…
The breakdown has to start.
Order comes from chaos.
Our society is completely fucked up.
Everyone is ranting and raving about something.
I hear all the time, <WHINY VOICE>, “life isn’t fair!”.
The fuck it’s not.
Life is VERY fair and that’s what most people don’t understand, and if you don’t understand the problem, then you can’t fix it.
Love is the answer.
Love has always been the answer.
….try for a day to not speak about a topic you have no first information about unless you first imagine yourself in the shoes of the person you want to condemn.
If you don’t know all of the facts of their life, from birth to present, which made them who they are today…then maybe don’t talk about them in a judgmental way.
Love them, anyway, no matter what hideous thing they are, or did.
You have done some pretty fucked up ass things in your life, too.
I know I have.