‘My death needs to mean something. My death needs to be counted in the number of transgender people who commit suicide this year. I want someone to look at that number and say “that’s fucked up” and fix it. Fix society. Please.’
Powerful words. Rest in Peace, Leelah Acorn.
http://lazerprincess.tumblr.com/post/106447705738/suicide-note
(be warned there is at least one graphic photo on that blog at this time)
*note: if anyone comments on here just to bash trans people, I will delete it
Interesting self-assessment at the link below. (Apologies if it was posted before.) I would say most days I’m between 6 and 7, but I have spent quite a bit of time at a higher levels than that of course (including all points right up to 10). How about you?
http://natashatracy.com/mental-illness-issues/suicide/scale-suicide-suicidal-you/
And on that note, happy holidays everyone… yeah…
…never knew/barely knew your extended family?
How many only children here?
Raise your hands, friends.
(Misery loves company, right?)
I wrote a whole long spiel but in the end I’ll just reduce it to this:
Fellow people who didn’t grow up with *close* friends or *supportive* family, how have you created meaning in your life? I’ve always thought life’s meaning was what you made out of it– and I still do– but now I’m realizing you can’t make anything out of life if you don’t believe it could become a reality. And you can’t believe in a dream like that if you don’t believe in yourself. My problem is I don’t know how to believe in myself. I think psychological research has bolstered the theory […]
I believe as long as people (1) are not in debt OR have completed a filing for bankruptcy, AND (2) they’ve made arrangements for any dependants to be properly cared for after they’re gone, they should be allowed access to safe and painless (or as near-to-painless-as-possible) options for committing suicide. Yes, I’m completely serious. The reason I think so is not just because I think we all should have a right to end our own lives, but because if things were arranged that way on a *societal* level then I feel people would be more supportive of those around them. Sure you could still gaslight/invalidate […]
“If we refuse assent to reality: if we rebel against the nature of things and choose to think that what we at the moment want is the centre of the universe to which everything else ought to accommodate itself, the first effect on us will be that the whole universe will seem to be filled with an inexplicable hostility. We shall begin to feel that everything has a down on us, and that, being so badly treated, we have a just grievance against things in general. That is the knowledge of good and evil and the fall into illusion. If we cherish and fondle that […]
*edit* As of yesterday, I learned something that puts all of this in a much clearer light for me now: I have been the child of a Narcissistic Mother and Enabling Father. I knew something was terribly wrong all my life but only since I learned of the precise traits a mother with these tendencies exhibits yesterday did everything begin to click. Being raised this way wrought damage that I’ve only recently begun to understand the full scale of. The worst part is that because I wasn’t aware enough to protect myself, I am currently stuck in a situation in which I have to deal […]
There are some things I probably should be proud to have tried and seen and accomplished in life. Yet as it is now, the memories of these precious few experiences are going up in smoke like brittle old film in an antique projector. The picture starts out all blurry at first because the film is loose and then it gets caught and sticks on a single frame, which catches on fire from the concentrated heat of the projector’s lamp. It burns up right there, before my eyes.
Somehow, instead of preserving memories of my prouder moments, the shitty projectionist in my head operating that piece of […]
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