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rest in peace to all the people who lost their lives in the September 11th attack ❤️

Life is short. Find what you trully enjoy in life, and dont let it go, lets say you live to 80, all you have is 700,800 hours, there IS no adding to your time on earth, it could be even shorter. Life is fragile, it doesn't take much to lose it, but it takes a hell of a lot to keep your life safe, Take note of your time on our planet and dont waste it all doing stupid things that dont trully make you happy, do what YOU enjoy. You dont live forever, spend time with people that make you happy, doing things that make you happy. In the end, whats you need to do in life is use TIME as your currency, money isn't a currency, depending on where you live, you exchange something you cannot gain, you can only lose time in exchnage for money, a currency you can gain and lose to buy goods. But in the end, what is WAY more important than money? Time, time is way more valuable.



This is your reminder to find what trully makes you happy, or who makes you happy and cherish every moment you get doing that activity/spending time with that person whatever it might be for you.

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Hey PMC! As CactiFern has mentioned, it is September, which is Suicide Prevention Month. I haven’t been too open with real-life affairs before, but it has been some time since these events have happened, and I think I should share my story. I will be bringing up self-harm and suicide, so if you don’t want to read that, don’t look any further.

Alrighty, let’s begin. Everyone has a different story, but this is how mine went:

When COVID-19 hit, I hit a mental rut. It planted seeds of anxiety and a lack of self-worth. A little more than 2 years ago, a good friend of mine passed away. This affected me deeply, and got me thinking about just how limited time was. Mixed with a bad body-image and poor self-worth, I began to think I didn’t deserve life, seeing how I was throwing it away. I began to hurt myself physically as “deserved punishment,” thinking I was a waste of time and space to others. I hated myself, and what I had done to myself.

There’s more to it, but that isn’t the focus of this story, I want to talk about how I got out.

Throughout all of this, I was a surprisingly social kid. I knew a lot of people at school, and had a few friends! None of these friends knew about what was happening, but they supported me nonetheless. Surrounding yourself with people who care for and love you is so, so important. As great as the internet can be, it is even more important to have someone to talk to in-person. Even when you don’t feel loved, they love you, they really do. It is really hard to get my point across just how much you matter to people, even if you’ve only known them for a moment, they’ll miss you.

The most important decision of my life was telling a loved one that I was suicidal. There was no shaming, there was no yelling, there was no screaming. We just sat there, hugging each other and crying. They held me accountable for my mental state, checking in often. Friends and family love you, and will make sure you’re okay. A lot of miracles happened, but I won’t go too in depth. I was one way, but now I am another. I can proudly say that I am healed of any injuries I gave myself, and that I am suicide free!

If I were to get just one point across on this post, it’d be this:

I am so proud of you for holding on this long, please, keeping holding on. Reach out to a loved one, and for those who feel as if they have no one in their life, there is someone out there who can help. Teachers, counselors, anyone can help you.
You are not a burden.
You matter to everyone around you.

Love y’all, stay strong. Thank you for being with me in these crazy, weird, wacky times. 💙