I am a Suicide Survivor.

and it is time to stop hiding it.

Hello Beautiful human,

This week, I am writing to you from a place of deep sorrow and rage. We lost a beautiful member of this community this week and upon learning of her death, part of me shattered.

Last night, as I wept into a container of chocolate frosting and buried myself in blankets and deep pressure therapy, I thought a lot about the weight I carry each day — the good I try to do — and how futile it often feels in moments like these.

This morning, hungover from my sugar binge and exhausted from hours of crying, I set out to find someone to be with me in it — to join me in this dark place, if only for a minute or two. Knowing exactly who to call, a blessing I do not take lightly since it is a privilege that I rarely had in my younger years, I called my best friend who is currently living abroad in Italy. I proceeded to scream for the next half an hour with only her kind ear and ever-accepting love as witnesses.

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I screamed about big tech and its greedy commodification of human be…