Something is off. Whether it's the freaky-deaky moon, or Venus being a whore, or whatever; something is off.
I have depression. Technically, "major depressive disorder". I have been depressed my whole life. I didn't get help until I was 15, and it was almost too late. I am on a pretty good medication right now and the depression monster has been totally manageable since, like, October. But it's on the creep again. I can feel it and hear it and breath it, and it sucks. But at least I have my medication. So things aren't as bad as they could be.
There are a lot of people out there with depression, and with bad things happening in their lives, and they are attempting or committing suicide. People that are close to people in my life. And it needs to stop. NOW.
So this is my letter to you, universe. BACK THE FUCK OFF! People shouldn't be dying, and they sure as hell should not be dying on their own accord. So fix yourself and get your shit together because I'm officially angry at you! For making the tilt funky. For making everything seem darker than it really is. For making people believe they cannot take the pain anymore. For hurting the people they leave in their wake. It's NOT FAIR. And I'm sick of it!
I know what it's like to be that dark. To think I cannot take the pain anymore. To think it would be so much better for everyone here if I were to just disappear. But I survived through it. Barely, but I'm still here. And I want everyone out there to know, there is at least one person who would be crushed if you weren't here anymore. So please, reach out. Talk to someone. Tell them what you're going through. Because I can't take hearing about one more amazing person whose life was cut short. I just can't.
The national suicide hotline: 1-800-273-8255
I'm not certified to help, but I am a great listener. I can also relate. My email: kendahl.a[at]gmail.com or kandrade84[at]hotmail.com