I honestly hate my presence here. I feel like when I’m set foot in here its like treading on thin glass that could snap at any moment. I have the urge to go out of my way to help others, but at the same time the words I speak I cannot help but feel empty and callous. If anyone has ever received a comment from me on their post, I’m sorry.
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I like this post. It’s sad but accurate. I don’t think words ever helped anyone who was seriously about to commit suicide. Maybe by trying to help others we are just imagining the help we would like to receive, but then it’s just words. And if we can’t help ourselves how can we help others that we know nothing about. I don’t try to help anymore, I just observe and continue sinking.
I’m glad somebody gets it…
I’ve seen bad advice on SP and you don’t even come close.
You fail to account for the fact that you being here, being sad or angry or whatever, tells other fucked up people that its OK to be here and be sad or angry or whatever. So many people come to SP thinking they are completely alone, that their problem are unknowable and unique. They look around and see how there are so many of us that are struggling with the same issues every single day. Its a relief to them. They feel safe enough to blow off some steam and then they go away feeling better. You are helping make SP genuine and open. Thank you.
The itching feeling… there is a cream for that, btw.
The few moments i spend reading a comment someone else took the time to write to me, regardless of what it says, are better than most of the other moments.
Great thought, halfleft.