I wanted to make a small post taking advantage of the fact that it’s Su1cide Prevention Month. It’s a little more serious than what I usually post, and I’m actually pretty proud to say that this is one of the first texts I’ve written without ChatGPT in a long time.

First, I want to recognize everyone who is still here with us. I know that staying can sometimes take an incredible amount of strength. And for those who are no longer here, I want to remember them with compassion, and send my love to everyone who carries their memory.

It’s a difficult and uncomfortable topic for some people to talk about, but as someone who has been through it and has loved ones who have been in that dark place, I want you to know that you are not alone in this, guys, even when it feels and looks like you are.

It can be irritating when a stranger tries to fake closeness or concern. I know that better than anyone. But I mean this sincerely.

I know I may not seem like the most emotionally approachable person, or like the kind of person who is always there for company. I can be a little awkward with these things, and sometimes I might take a while to reply, so please forgive me for that. But I still want to offer what I can, exactly as I am.

I have a service; the promotion might sound ridiculous, but don’t misunderstand me: it’s just a formality. It’s free, and it will stay that way.

If you might feel invisible to everyone else. Maybe you don’t want to change the way others see you, or maybe you’re afraid of making a bad first impression. I want you to know that, as a personal initiative, I’m offering you a safe place to tell your story.

Maybe I can’t give you solutions. I can’t be a psychologist, or a friend who is physically there to get you out of bed or bring the light back into your life. But I can be a small break.

We can talk and share experiences. I won’t look at you differently or judge you, whether we already know each other or you just want to get to know me.

Talk to me about the things that bother you, and the things you enjoy or that make you happy. Tell me who you are or who you want to be, and I’ll tell you about myself too.

I’ve always believed that talking can make the heart feel a little lighter, without any pressure.

If you’re struggling with depression or going through a really dark time, reach out to someone. And if the first person doesn’t listen, find someone else. Keep reaching out until someone listens.

Cya skibidis