Kintsugi
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I just want to know, and I am really being sincere, so please hear this in an earnest and compassionate voice: are you hearing people when they say your headspace and reactions to others are keeping you a recluse, not your scar? I honest to God can't tell if you're reading this or not.
I understand that you're wrapped up in your scar, in the piece of your identity that was profoundly and suddenly disfigured, and I hear that. But are you hearing the urges to focus on your mental health, the observations that only you and your mentality is truly keeping you away from everything you used to enjoy?
And I don't think suicide is ever justified. Yes, I struggle with suicidal ideation. I have immeasurable grief not over what I've lost but things I never ever got to have to begin with, the things that traumatized me and gave me PTSD. And yes, PTSD is incurable and chronic, and sometimes I catastrophize over this and imagine ending it for myself. But I've also lost two people to suicide within the last year. I was very close to one, the first one, and I will tell you that there is nothing that makes you cherish every single moment of sunlight, cold, warmth, the taste of water, the feeling of exhaustion, even the moments of desperation and suffering, like knowing someone you loved decided it was never going to get easier when you know for a damn fact it always does, nevermind the extreme and life-altering anguish they left in their wake. Better, worse, up, down--such is the beautiful, brutal, finite nature of life.
I understand that you're wrapped up in your scar, in the piece of your identity that was profoundly and suddenly disfigured, and I hear that. But are you hearing the urges to focus on your mental health, the observations that only you and your mentality is truly keeping you away from everything you used to enjoy?
And I don't think suicide is ever justified. Yes, I struggle with suicidal ideation. I have immeasurable grief not over what I've lost but things I never ever got to have to begin with, the things that traumatized me and gave me PTSD. And yes, PTSD is incurable and chronic, and sometimes I catastrophize over this and imagine ending it for myself. But I've also lost two people to suicide within the last year. I was very close to one, the first one, and I will tell you that there is nothing that makes you cherish every single moment of sunlight, cold, warmth, the taste of water, the feeling of exhaustion, even the moments of desperation and suffering, like knowing someone you loved decided it was never going to get easier when you know for a damn fact it always does, nevermind the extreme and life-altering anguish they left in their wake. Better, worse, up, down--such is the beautiful, brutal, finite nature of life.