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Kali_Yuga13
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- Jul 11, 2024
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It's a cozy corner of the Internet for me too.
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i'm the same, i lurked here for at least six months before joining. i deleted/deactivated all of my social media about a year ago, too. it can feel sort of scary interacting with people in a regular context for me, but it feels a bit different here.I lurked here for well over a year before I joined. It provided comfort. But I am so antisocial and hate social media so I couldn't imagine interacting with others in a forum. I never would have imagined that I'd be giving likes and hugs to people. But obviously, I joined. Depending on how I feel each day, it can vary whether I reply or just react to a post. Definitely comforting still just to look.
just from a sociological/philosophical perspective, too, it's really interesting to see other people's emotional reactions to their own suicidal ideation, and their thoughts about actually ctb. i've always been alone in my own head about it, and felt very numb about the idea of my own death, so seeing other people getting so angry, upset, etc.- it's different, but different in a good way? if that makes any sense?I enjoy coming here and reading through comments, new and old. Some are funny and entertaining, some are explosive with anger, and of course, some are sad.
Whether or not I post anything when I come here doesn't matter to me, I'm among others like me, and that's my comfort zone.
yeah- it's kind of funny, but as long as i've been suicidal, i've never wanted to be cheered up, i've only ever wanted to be seen and understood, i think. i think people misunderstand the desire for suicide as just being "sad", when at least for me, it's more of a resignation. it's a response to a long pattern of sadness, misery, rejection, isolation, discrimination, abuse, etc.Absolutely. I feel less alone knowing I am not the only person who feels like this.
And I don't have to deal with people trying to cheer me up or feeding me pro-life propaganda.
this is really beautiful, i appreciate you sharing this here.Cloudy.
Was more like weathering seasons. Arrived on a cool and cloudy day and saw the promise of a place to just let my own gale rage. There was no need to slip behind a low spruce branch, all the others were as darkened in soul as much or more than mine own. The summer promise of this gathering is a personal choice of proximity, involvement, and self progression or none at all. Like a butterfly on a light wind stretching to travel to the next awkward stop in the air, I was fortunate to peruse the darkness as it enveloped others.
Fall brought the ever spiraling of leaves as a gust of wind danced by. Pulled out a cursed pipe and wrote my story in pieces for others but also seeing the shadows, forlorn despair, and the loss of anything resembling a will to live. Along with it all was also the quick turn of leaves to reds, golds, and browns after a summer run finished. Although dark souls there was curiosity, laughter, sarcastic grit, vulnerability, strength, caring, and the full gamut of entirety of what the world is elsewhere but with a dark flavoring. In those ways perhaps it is a comfort.
Winter with bracing cold, a polar bear would wince, carries a quiet but bludgeoning seeping frost. Enlightened by more than a few here by what they scribbled and at times by my own thoughts as I responded, but demons are not called bunnies for a reason. The pain ebbs and flows but is still there, understanding I may very well pass any day I stumble. Still wanting to grow even though time may be short. Looking for more than sawdust to fill a hole. What do you put in your chest when love has been ripped out? Whats left to love, who, or is it nothing? Winter brought demons, the ones that come alone, that no one can parry but my own soul.
Spring? Well havent made it there but would imagine it would be either some kind of acceptance and healing moving forward or more than likely demons slain because my own soul darkened enough that death thought me fit for company.
May well be a bit cloudy but there are some precious responses already scratched down. Cloudy comfort….yep cloudy comfort.
Sutter