#asksuicide

Hey. I know there are times like these. Like everything is closing on you and everyone around you seems like they’re trying to suck the life out of you and nothing just! won’t! make! sense! and it’s easier to go than to stay. 

I want you to know, firstly, that you are not alone. Even if you feel like you are. Even if you feel like there’s no one to turn to. BUT THAT”S NOT ENTIRELY TRUE. There are other people who feels like this. Heck, I even felt like this a lot of times in my life and it sucks, yes and if you can just take it and punch it in the face, I know you would. But knowing you are not alone in feeling this way, helps the pain ease a little.

I know this doesn’t work for everyone but what I usually do when I feel a panic attack happening, like “uh-oh I can feel it, it’s coming”, I listen to this playlist of mine, which helps me focus on other things aside from my upcoming panic attack. You can try it. It can distract you for a while and then it can help you sort things out, too. 

And then, yes, breathe. I know, it’s a chore. It’s so hard but do it. Breathe. Inhale, exhale for a couple of times. Slowly. Just breathe. And recognize you’re breathing. Recognize that even if you’re in pain or you feel like a pain, you are still here. Alive. And no one can take that from you. It’s yours. So breathe and continue living.

It’ll get harder and there’s no guarantee that everything will be good but just breathe and try to feel and strive for the days that will matter because those are the ones you should hold on to. Those are the days you should wait and always, always wait for a little longer. A lot can change in a few minutes.

-Dianne ♥

dear anon,

do you know the secret of a healthy relationship? it is trust. trust in her love, she doesn’t have to tell you, she loves you every night to proof that she’s doing so. she shows you, maybe with the look in her eyes, the way she touches you or how she talks to you and is interested in what you are thinking and doing. and let me tell you another thing about love. it changes. after a year of dating your love is on a whole new level as it was after two weeks or two months. it is different, maybe not as wild and untamed anymore, more settled and knowing. but i am more than sure, your girlfriend loves you still as much as she used to in the begining. and if this thought is bothering you that much, talk to her, tell her about your feelings and work it out together. this is what love and relationship is about, to go through heaven and hell together. you may also tell her about your wish to die you have sometimes, i am sure, she will listen to you and you’ll find a way to cope with. maybe you also want to have a look at this post?

dear anon,

i don’t think your feelings have someting to do with being mature or not. usually they just come and sometimes you don’t know why or how to handle them. i think it is good, you talk about them. you were 8 when you sister was born, so i assume you have been the only child for your parents during this years. this reminds me a bit of my mother, who has been the only child for 7 years before here brother was born.  this was a huge change for you then. suddenly you were the older sibling and not the olny child anymore, you had to be more responsible, do some things on your own. your parents weren’t there for you alone anymore. i guess it was only natural for you to have the feeling of being left out. that this feeling still bothers you in a way that you cry every night is for me sign, you aren’t fully through this. i think it may be the best for you to talk someone and i am not sure if it is best to do so with your parents. maybe you have like a psychologist or counselor at your school to talk to. who can have a look at the whole situation from the outside. and in a second step you may talk with your family, but there he can support you.

i know this is a huge and maybe scary step, but i think it is necessary. your family is the only one you have and as you say, you love them.

i wish you the courage to take this step and look for help.