Suicidal people deserve better than to be told the main reason they shouldn’t kill themselves is because of how it might affect others. Suicidal people deserve love and help, not guilt trips. Suicidal people deserve to feel like their life is worth living, worth fighting for.

Telling someone to.“move on”.“just let it go”.“don’t dwell on it”.isn’t supportive. It’s invalidating. Healing doesn’t come from ignoring pain .it comes from feeling safe enough to fucking face it.

What do you want to know?.

The voices in my head are not kind. I’m sorry if you too understand this.

When someone says, “You just need to get over your past”. Oh, I would love to. But my brain is wired by trauma & won’t let me. It throws flashbacks at me like grenades. Triggers chaos. Sends me into fight, flight, or freeze. And while I’m battling memories I didn’t ask for,.

Tell me something good that happened to you recently 💛.Even if it’s tiny. I need some light today, and I’d love to celebrate yours.

Lately I feel like I’m disappearing. Canceling plans. Hiding away. Forgetting who I am outside of pain. I miss the version of me that used to laugh easily. But right now, I can’t find her.

I wasn’t angry. I was overwhelmed. I was exhausted. I was full of pain I didn’t know how to process. But all anyone saw was the outburst,.not all the fucking years I held it in.

Honestly from the bottom of my heart ❤️ I love you all.

I'm tired man. So fucking tired. My soul is tired. I,ve lost motivation, I wake up everyday to fight the same battle in my head. It’s exhausting. Hugs to anyone else going through this dark patch.

Abuse thrives in silence. In families that deny. In friends who look away. In a culture that asks victims.“why didn’t you leave?”.instead of asking abusers.“why did you hurt them?”.

Trauma isn’t always flashbacks. Sometimes it’s just….• Dissociating in conversations.• Feeling unsafe in safe places.• Exploding over “small things”.• Avoiding certain people or places.• A body that won’t relax. It lives in the nervous system, not just the mind.

People don’t realise how much unprocessed trauma steals from you. Sleep. Concentration. Self-worth. It’s like your mind is living in the past while your body is trying to exist in the present.

Sometimes my mental illness makes me look like a bad friend. Late replies. Cancelled plans. Disappearing for weeks. But I swear I care more than I can show I’m just drowning inside my own head.

Anxiety isn’t just nerves. It’s stomach aches. It’s not being able to eat. It’s pacing around the room. It’s not answering texts because you’re too overwhelmed. It’s fucking shit.

Stop telling people “others had it worse.”.Pain isn’t a fucking competition. Trauma is trauma. End of story.

This space is for:.The overthinkers. The feelers. The loners. The black sheep. The ones who cry alone then wipe their face and carry on. The ones with trauma that never left their body. If that’s you, I see you. You’re not too much. You’re not alone. You belong here. Let’s.

Nobody talks about the grief.of realizing how much life you lost.to survival mode.

Can we please Normalize open conversations about suicidal thoughts. It’s not attention seeking it’s honesty, it’s courageous.

Depression isn’t always sadness. Sometimes it’s just….• Numb scrolling for hours.• Canceling plans again.• Dishes piling up.• Ignoring messages.• Not recognizing yourself anymore. It’s the quiet heaviness no one sees.

Children don’t “grow out of it.”.They adapt. And that adaptation looks like….• People-pleasing.• Perfectionism.• Explosive anger.• Shutting down.• Constant fear of abandonment. That’s not resilience. That’s survival.

Unprocessed trauma makes everyday life feel like walking through a minefield. One wrong word, one sudden noise, one memory and you’re back in a place you thought you left years ago.