Oh, my Lord, how it still hurts (POSSIBLE TRIGGERS!)
crisispoint
Registrant
I was going through all the messages I got from people here that I saved in my Hotmail account. I had to clean it up you see to conserve memory space and I hate throwing things away. It seems I'm a packrat, even here.
Then, I found some PM's left over from Jay, the friend I lost here to suicide.
Lord, it still hurts. It will always hurt, and I miss him still.
I still carry around guilt, surely unnecessarily so, that I could've done more, prevented him killing himself, given him hope, and I failed. Maybe it's the Irish Catholic thing that I can do more than possible. And I talked to a friend who was having a hard time, and we cried together over some unrelated thing.
I still feel pain for Jay, I feel pain when people hurt each other, I feel pain when I think of the animals who raped and abused me, I feel pain at their words, I feel pain for all of it.
We cannot hurt each other. We MUST help each other. We don't know what actions we take or don't take will push another peson over the edge of hopelessness.
I still feel my "other," Little Scot, as he cries himself to quietness in my head, not just because of what these animals did to me, but because of what they said and I believed. He cried today, and I cried with him. I'm crying now.
I don't know why I'm talking about the subject, except for this. Words hit as hard as fists. Remember to be kind to each other today, and to your loved ones. Treasure these moments now, because they could be all you have. It's better to have happy memories than those of "what-might-have-beens." It's better to build someone up than to tear them down because a ruin's pretty hard to build back up.
Sorry. I thought it needed to be said.
Peace, much peace, and love,
Scot
Then, I found some PM's left over from Jay, the friend I lost here to suicide.
Lord, it still hurts. It will always hurt, and I miss him still.
I still carry around guilt, surely unnecessarily so, that I could've done more, prevented him killing himself, given him hope, and I failed. Maybe it's the Irish Catholic thing that I can do more than possible. And I talked to a friend who was having a hard time, and we cried together over some unrelated thing.
I still feel pain for Jay, I feel pain when people hurt each other, I feel pain when I think of the animals who raped and abused me, I feel pain at their words, I feel pain for all of it.
We cannot hurt each other. We MUST help each other. We don't know what actions we take or don't take will push another peson over the edge of hopelessness.
I still feel my "other," Little Scot, as he cries himself to quietness in my head, not just because of what these animals did to me, but because of what they said and I believed. He cried today, and I cried with him. I'm crying now.
I don't know why I'm talking about the subject, except for this. Words hit as hard as fists. Remember to be kind to each other today, and to your loved ones. Treasure these moments now, because they could be all you have. It's better to have happy memories than those of "what-might-have-beens." It's better to build someone up than to tear them down because a ruin's pretty hard to build back up.
Sorry. I thought it needed to be said.
Peace, much peace, and love,
Scot