Nobody has to know.
That’s what I always tell myself whenever suicidal thoughts come around. See, incarceration, social vigilance, and psychiatric violence aren’t my thing. I haven’t, to date, met anyone who appreciates getting tased, shot, beaten, and their freedom taken away from them after mustering the courage to speak out anyway. It certainly isn’t a me thing.
Mouth shut. I need to avoid danger, and there’s no need to say why. There’s no safety in coercion, in raw, unfiltered violence. Losing one’s freedom is no fun. It, instead, can be quite a traumatizing experience. Never again.
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