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dangerously-human:

You probably don’t even realize the incredible impact you can have on people, the space you take up in their life, the emptiness you would leave. Someone in my Asperger’s support group in college killed himself the summer between our sophomore and junior year. I still miss him, still pray for him and his family, and it’s been five years. I wasn’t even part of this person’s everyday life, but he still had a big impact on me.

You matter more, and to more people, than you think. There are people who wish they knew how to tell you they love you. You have made an indelible mark on this world, and no matter what lies your mind tells you, you would be missed. You, as a human being, matter, you have worth, you have a place and a purpose in this world. And I’m telling you as a now-thriving survivor of depression, self-harm, and suicidal ideation that there truly is hope and it can get better.

praisesroar:

I lost my cousin to suicide a little less than two years ago. Hundreds of people came to his funeral. Hundreds of people cared. Depression lies and convinces you that no one cares but that’s not true. People do care. Those around us are better off with us in their lives. The world is better off with us in it. Every single person. Everyone is irreplaceable in this world. If you need help please get it. You owe it to yourself. You deserve happiness as much as anyone else. You’re not an exception. If someone is struggling with depression it’s doesn’t just go away, it’s a process. Check up on them, assure them they are not alone. You are valuable. You are loved. Life is worth living.

There was a guy that went to my university who committed suicide last year. I didn’t know him at ALL and yet before the school even announced that someone had died (via suicide no less) in the dorms (I’m a commuter) something felt… Off. It felt like something was missing. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but when the school announced what happened it errupted into chaos.

Not a loud chaos like with people freaking out and all that, but people who knew him went completely dead emotionally; people who didn’t were flooding the counsellor’s offices and coming to the campus pastor for prayer and to talk about it…
And over 500 people came to his funeral, myself included - and I did not know this guy; a good half of the people there didn’t but they were impacted by him somehow. Hearing his eulogy, seeing his younger brother and father burst into tears as they read it, seeing the tears and hearing the weeping cries of EVERYONE in the church (men and women, elementary school teachers, the pastor of our church, his girlfriend, his grandparents, and so many more) ultimately showed me everything that OP is trying to emphasize here

I’m ashamed to say that I still fell for the lie that no one would miss me if I were gone quite a few times after that… But this is all as true as that which is true can be

Please don’t give into the lie; you are loved, you are not a burden, and you would indeed be missed

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