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It always does, doesn't it? No warning. No polite knock at your door. Sometimes there's a trigger, ya know...sometimes life just kicks you in the balls and the doom cloud slowly creeps in. But most of the time, it's just a violent trip on the sidewalk of life and no one is waiting there when you fall. No one, except the cloud. You get lost in it. In the haze. Trying to grasp at anything that might deaden the pain, the emptiness, the guilt. You want to reach out for help, but you don't know where to start. And even if you did, there's that ugly gravely voice that points at you and says, "Why bother? You're not worth helping." That voice feels like it resides in the depths of your soul, and it points its loathsome judging finger up at you, pinning you down, reminding you of your worthlessness, your uselessness, your shame.
I say it's time we break that motherfucking finger.
We are worth helping. We have no reason to feel shame. Mental illness is not anyone's fault, and there is no reason the stigma surrounding it should still exist in modern times. Let's conquer the doom cloud, even if it is only one small step at a time.
If you understand anything I just said, please keep fighting, I know so well how hard it is, but the only way we win is if we keep fighting. We are not alone.
If you, or someone you care about needs help, I hope you'll direct them here.
Or here:
Silver Ribbon CoalitioniFred
Don't ask Siri for help
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