I have now back-posted all the days leading to this one, because no matter what, I didn’t want this day to go unrecognized on my blog.
People aren’t going to come here for links and information they can get all over the Internet, so there’s probably little point in my focusing on that. Instead, last June, I read something on Twitter, thanks to a retweet from an online friend, that I will never forget. As high profile suicides increase, and those who take their lives become younger in age, this is a conversation that must be had.
This is how Twitter user Bunmi Laditan had her conversation.
Fuck these shadows and the lies they tell, whispering to gentle hearts in their own voice, skewing reality, weighing down spirits until their body becomes the burning building their soul must jump from.
How do you battle an enemy that wears armour made of your skin and scent? One that knows your secrets and has a map of your unhealed wounds? One that doesn’t need sleep or fresh air but instead [is] ravenously hungry for your future?
I don’t know. I pray the angels watch over us as they escort our fallen heroes – yes heroes – who battled until they couldn’t – heavenward. All we can do is fight today.
Don’t believe the shadows’ lies. The lies they tell over and over again, wrapped in a piece of truth because they know a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down. They are liars.
You lost your job? True. So you’re worthless. False. He broke up with you? True. So you’re unloveable. False. She abandoned you? True. Because everyone leaves. False. They LIE.
Imagine someone who can lie to you in your own voice, matching your pitch so well you can no longer tell the two apart. Then, like any predator, when they smell blood in the air they pounce.
Then comes the closing. The final sales pitch. Are you suffering? We can offer you peace for the low, low price of your entire life. One time payment. (They’d be better off without you, trust us.) It’s a lie: the angel of death wearing the angel of mercy’s robes.
These shadows and their lies will not win in the end. They’ll take some and we’ll mourn them, but they will not win.
Fuck you, shadows. You’re not getting one fucking tear today. Not from me.
You guys, when you’re too tired to fight, lay down. Rest. Call someone. Bother them at 2am. Fuck those shadows who lie and tell you to keep their twisted secrets. Call 911 on those bitch ass lying shadows the way you would on an intruder in your home. We want you to stay.
Ok gonna go rest and write. Stay safe. Thank you for listening. I’d say sorry about the swears but I’m not so ♥️ Rest In Peace Anthony and all the fighters dwelling on the other side of the veil. To those still on this side, fucking fight. Square up loves. 🌹
Rest in peace, Elnora and Aaron.
For those still fighting, I send hope you will find the other voice, the tiny one still there deep inside you, who knows you are needed, you are wanted, you are loved, you deserve life and all good things. I hope that voice will get so strong that you can live in peace.