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Mi Mi
No One Special
- Mar 18, 2024
- 308
This may be harsh. But I really fucking hate you snitches.
I don't understand your purpose.
I still do videos on YouTube speaking about my feelings and updates on how things have been since getting out of the psych ward.
I have this delusional fantasy that maybe an advocate for Assisted Suicide will reach out and want to use me as a spokesman. And also for people to see that depression and being suicidal doesn't have a specific look or stereotype.
I now know that's not true because assisted suicide is really only for terminal illness that can be seen.
I have tried Pegasos and they sent me a suicide hotline link.
Anyway
For some odd reason I searched on YT SS to see if anything came up.
My anger boiled over from some of the things I've seen. But one stuck out so I clicked the video.
I believe it's a woman so I'll say she.
She says the creators are incels and misogynistic.
She said the site encourages Suicide.
She said the site provides links to sellers who provide drugs to commit suicide.
I got angry because I haven't seen any of that.
Shit if there is a link to what I need please I beg give it to me. She said it's passed out like candy.
As much as I hate a "pro lifer"
As much as I hate a " It Gets Better "
I can tap into my empathy and understand why you would say that.
Believe that.
I get it must be hard and scary to think you could lose someone to that kind of death.
What I don't understand is why would you tell the world about a place you once needed for comfort just because you recovered.
Why do you now get to decide that everyone can and should be saved.
How did you decide that telling everyone will now save the same people you once experienced the same feelings as.
Then God forbid after your "recovery "
You relapse and now you wanna come back.
I understand family who must have so much grief and shock when they lose their child..sibling..etc. But blaming SS is not logical.
But Majority...Not All..but Majority of the families contribute to the many feelings one has to determine they want to end their life.
And I know since my last attempt it has made me very angry and hateful.
But I do...I hate you.
You have no right to tell where you went in despair just because now you want to live.
Not only tell but then go on a we must shut them down crusade.
I don't get it.
If you want to recover...great.
If you change your mind...great..you can.
But to go on a fake we care and let's shut it down campaign really pisses me off.
Are you gonna pay my bills
Are you gonna make my family whole
Are you gonna provide me resources that will help me with finances, educational resources, job resources, treatment for counseling and affordable medication resources and the luxury of time to participate in those resources while maintaining everything else in life.
You gonna provide me a safe space to vent without wanting to lock me up like a criminal. Or shove drugs down my throat.
No you won't.
The government could provide those things if they wanted but they don't and they don't because they don't really care.
We're here to work and make money for the fortunate ones.
It drives me insane that people really don't care or understand until they have a mental breakdown.
But once your breakdown passes you now point the finger at the remaining and automatically they must be fine because you're fine.
I don't understand why your recovery means to prevent my dying.
Why can't you mind your business.
I'm learning there is a difference when it comes to suicidal people.
And I do hate that you feel how you feel.
But shut the fuck up when it comes to others.
Because people can't mind their business and go on with their recovered life I've missed on opportunities that I could of gotten the resources I need to end my hell on earth and I know it's wrong but for that
I hate you
And I hope you get a big reminder again as to why you were here in the first place.
And when you do I hope you agonize over it as much as I do.
Just like any illness you can relapse.
It could be days...weeks..months.
The worse is years.
It could be over the smallest thing.
Don't tell me AND prevent me from ending my life.
Turn your head the same way heads were turned when maybe I could of been helped.
I don't understand your purpose.
I still do videos on YouTube speaking about my feelings and updates on how things have been since getting out of the psych ward.
I have this delusional fantasy that maybe an advocate for Assisted Suicide will reach out and want to use me as a spokesman. And also for people to see that depression and being suicidal doesn't have a specific look or stereotype.
I now know that's not true because assisted suicide is really only for terminal illness that can be seen.
I have tried Pegasos and they sent me a suicide hotline link.
Anyway
For some odd reason I searched on YT SS to see if anything came up.
My anger boiled over from some of the things I've seen. But one stuck out so I clicked the video.
I believe it's a woman so I'll say she.
She says the creators are incels and misogynistic.
She said the site encourages Suicide.
She said the site provides links to sellers who provide drugs to commit suicide.
I got angry because I haven't seen any of that.
Shit if there is a link to what I need please I beg give it to me. She said it's passed out like candy.
As much as I hate a "pro lifer"
As much as I hate a " It Gets Better "
I can tap into my empathy and understand why you would say that.
Believe that.
I get it must be hard and scary to think you could lose someone to that kind of death.
What I don't understand is why would you tell the world about a place you once needed for comfort just because you recovered.
Why do you now get to decide that everyone can and should be saved.
How did you decide that telling everyone will now save the same people you once experienced the same feelings as.
Then God forbid after your "recovery "
You relapse and now you wanna come back.
I understand family who must have so much grief and shock when they lose their child..sibling..etc. But blaming SS is not logical.
But Majority...Not All..but Majority of the families contribute to the many feelings one has to determine they want to end their life.
And I know since my last attempt it has made me very angry and hateful.
But I do...I hate you.
You have no right to tell where you went in despair just because now you want to live.
Not only tell but then go on a we must shut them down crusade.
I don't get it.
If you want to recover...great.
If you change your mind...great..you can.
But to go on a fake we care and let's shut it down campaign really pisses me off.
Are you gonna pay my bills
Are you gonna make my family whole
Are you gonna provide me resources that will help me with finances, educational resources, job resources, treatment for counseling and affordable medication resources and the luxury of time to participate in those resources while maintaining everything else in life.
You gonna provide me a safe space to vent without wanting to lock me up like a criminal. Or shove drugs down my throat.
No you won't.
The government could provide those things if they wanted but they don't and they don't because they don't really care.
We're here to work and make money for the fortunate ones.
It drives me insane that people really don't care or understand until they have a mental breakdown.
But once your breakdown passes you now point the finger at the remaining and automatically they must be fine because you're fine.
I don't understand why your recovery means to prevent my dying.
Why can't you mind your business.
I'm learning there is a difference when it comes to suicidal people.
And I do hate that you feel how you feel.
But shut the fuck up when it comes to others.
Because people can't mind their business and go on with their recovered life I've missed on opportunities that I could of gotten the resources I need to end my hell on earth and I know it's wrong but for that
I hate you
And I hope you get a big reminder again as to why you were here in the first place.
And when you do I hope you agonize over it as much as I do.
Just like any illness you can relapse.
It could be days...weeks..months.
The worse is years.
It could be over the smallest thing.
Don't tell me AND prevent me from ending my life.
Turn your head the same way heads were turned when maybe I could of been helped.