Days like today are what keep me going. And I feel a great sense of hope. I see how much so many of you want to DO something. Do practical things that make a difference, even if just in one life.
You can still donate here http://www.gofundme.com/4xghf0 until midnight on Friday.
Anyway, the following is very, very, painful to read. It's a thank you blog the person sent me and asked if I would post to you all. *TRIGGER WARNING* for some, but this IS the reality of why I asked you. This is the desperation this person has felt for so, so, long . It's the desperation so many feel.
One Life – 125 clicks.
"I have lost count of the number of times I have done this. This desperate act of lining up the tablets, wondering if death will hurt more than life.
The times I have turned my face to the wall, staring into the blackness, hearing the screams of tormented souls inside my head.
The terror of sleep, the shear damnedness of waking to a life that had no meaning.
What is it that gives life meaning?
Is it worth? I feel worthless. I have no worth. I have no place in a society that asks and judges on what you can give, and cares not for what you need.
Is it happiness? Happiness has eluded me for many years, sometimes there are tiny moments, sunshine breaking through the black clouds, but these are fleeting moments, dead before they have time to grow.
Is it love? Does love give meaning to life? How many things are more beautiful for being shared? How many things are more bearable because someone listened, held your hand, wrapped their arms around you and promised that it would be ok.
Today, for me, people offered love.
That love said “Let me help, let me shoulder some of your burdens, let me take away some of your worries, let me – because I want to”.
Today 125 strangers clicked, 125 people took a small piece of my worries and made them vanish.
125 people cared, 125 people believed I was worth saving, 125 people offered unconditional love.
I'm still alone, I'm still ill, and it may take a huge amount of time to resolve all my problems, but I have 125 reasons to put the tablets back in the drawer and believe that one day the sun will shine again.
Saying “Thank you” will never be enough, but its all I have to give.
Thanks, and the promise that I will continue to give as much as I can to prevent other people reaching for the tablets and turning their faces to the wall."