Heavy note that I felt compelled to share.

Trigger warning: Suicide

I’ve been kicking ass and taking names for 25 years, in less than a month it’ll be 26. To some that’s normal. To me that’s phenomenal. Because by the time I turned 18, a mere teen transitioning into his real life, I attempted to take my own twice and failed.

It was mostly to do with how my brain operated. It wasn’t doing what it was supposed to. It was telling me that everything was bad. And that there’s an easier way out. I had a really good upbringing. I had plenty of friends. I was the student body president. I was the class clown. But my brain was telling me “all this is worthless and stupid and you can’t keep this up much longer.”

I’ve never been more happy to have failed what would have been the biggest choice of my life. Twice.

Since then I’ve seen psychologists, medical doctors, pastors, and I’ve since become more comfortable and open about talking about my survival story. Because it needs to be talked about because I’ve since seen one of my best friends and my younger sister’s best friend unfortunately succeed in taking their own lives. And I’ve seen what happens to families, friends, and communities. No one should go through that. I wish no one ever had to ever again.

I wrote this because you need to hear one of two things:

1) You are loved so damn hard by so many people even when your brain is telling you that’s not the case. I promise. Even further, you are loved by a Creator who sacrificed everything for your sake. And if that still doesn’t help, hit me up. I’m happy to talk to you. Not to try and convince you that what I’m saying is true. I just want to hear your story. I want to be your friend. I’ll listen. That was all I really needed all along.

If that didn’t apply to you, here’s your message:

2) Think about every interaction you have with every single person from here on out. Be extremely intentional and think very carefully on what you say. Because you don’t know what they’re going through, and you could literally be the reason their loved ones see them again. And you might not even know it.

Happy to be here. Thank you for loving me. Now go love everyone else.

GM☕️🫂

Good morning melissa ☀️💜🤙

I can hear the noise by looking at the picture, the same happend to my son

Hopefully she feels better. It's amazing that they get this far trying to kill themselves every day. She will heal. Don't let the momlife get you down, i'm sure your doing a great job. I myself have a scar on my forehead from an accident when i was a little older then her.

ouch! poor bubs. Thank goodness for steristrips! We try to carry them everywhere with us.

When my middle child was a baby he went staggering across the living room, eager to run while barely walking, tripped on Dad's legs and went forehead-first into the brick hearth and got a giant goosegg.

Same kid a year or so later, different house: I came out of the bathroom to find both kids (aged 5 and 2) had climbed from a bed to a windowsill and were trying to wave to their uncle in the driveway. 5-yr-old leaned forward to see better and 2-yr-old was pushed through the screen and tumbled out. Below the window was a piece of metal pipe with two elbows and little guy's forehead over his left eye needed 14 stitches. I freaked out for a good couple minutes because I thought his forehead was dented in, but it was only the gash being kinda bunched up that looked like that.

Those were not the last stitches that kid needed 😰 in spite of all my efforts!

Aww

That looks like it’s gonna be a cool scar

Ouch….kids are resilient 🥴

My daughter has broken her arm 3 times. The day after getting her first cast off, she fell down the stairs and broke the other arm.

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Poor thing…reminds me of the first time we made a trip to Disney World. The day before, my son does something similar and requires 4 stitches. So the whole time we were there, we had they as keep it clean and medicated.

Ouch 😢

Ouch! That will heal just fine with a bandaid, but a little stitch would probably help minimize scarring

😢! She just had her 3rd eye! Strongly, I wish him a quick healing...

Poor little thing , they are tougher than they look though , kids , she'll live until she is married twice over .