I work in an ER and we see suicides all the time. And we get at least 3 suicidal ideations a night. We all care about you. I promise, we do. A team of complete strangers who have worked 3+ 12 hour shifts this week who are being screamed at all day and night and probably haven’t had lunch and trust me, we still love you and care about you.
We had a 16 year old patient last night who we couldn’t save. We were in that room with this patient for over an hour, we did everything we could. And let me tell you, we all cried. The EMT’s, the nurses, the doctor. We all huddled together in the doctors dictation room and cried.
I went through the rest of my shift with smudged mascara and tracks on my cheeks.
I remember the names of all the patients that have taken their lives on my shifts.
I remember squeezing the hands, smoothing the hair, kissing the foreheads, and wiping away the blood and the vomit of every patient that has left me too soon.
I can still see every face that I have zipped into a body bag.
Trust me, someone cares about you. You have never met them yet. You don’t ever think about them. They are never remembered when you talk about heroes and role models.
But someone loves you.
damn….
This made me cry
When I was in hospital being seen to, being bandaged and sedated and surrounded by medical staff, my family was ignoring my calls, my friends hadn’t cared to check in. I felt terrified and hopeless and so very unimportant that it was taking everything it had in me to not drink the cleaning products left nearby by one of the cleaners, to make sure I finished the job properly.
There was a nurse though, who came into my room with a soft smile, who held my hand, who took away the bottles when she noticed me watching them for too long. There was a nurse that plugged in my phone to charge in case my family called back, that took away the bloody cloths the paramedics had left me with, that helped me put my hair up when it was sticking to my tear streaked face, because my arms were too sore to do it myself.
There was a nurse that saved my life twice in one night, who made me feel that I was worth being looked after, and her name was Emma and she was the most beautiful person I’ve met.
Months later, I was visiting my mother at the same hospital whilst she was incapacitated with back concerns. Whilst I sat and watched my mum sleeping, a nurse approached to check up on her. She met my gaze and she smiled immediately, face lit with recognition, and she said “oh my gosh, hey! How are you doing?”
People definitely do care about us even if we don’t think they do, and to the original poster?
–Don’t let this website become your life.
–Please take this seriously, while you may see a lot of funny posts about ‘I’m deleting’ and ‘I hate tumblr’ the community as a whole on this website is seriously bad.
–Formulate your own opinions, and don’t let this site brainwash them into you.
–The mob mentality that often follows arguments blows stuff really out of proportion, and in the end it doesn’t matter, I promise you.
–POST WHAT YOU WANT, NOT WHAT WILL GET YOU FOLLOWERS.
–Anons are mean. Turn them off if you have to. You aren’t weak for doing so.
–Take care of yourself. Download xkit and blacklist stuff you don’t want to see.
–Sending hate is never worth it.
–The social justice you see here is not an accurate representation of real-world activism. You do not EVER have to post a social justice thing if you don’t want to.
–You do not need to be part of a minority to be loved
–If you are part of a majority, you matter and deserve to love yourself all the same
–Mental illness is NOT pretty
–IF SOMETHING APPEARS IN YOUR INBOX ASKING YOU TO CLICK ON THEIR BLOG TO TEST A VIDEO GAME OR SOME SHIT, FOR FUCK’S SAKE, DON’T CLICK IT
Just, don’t get too swept away by this site. Go outside. Blog other places. Watch Netflix for a while. Do what you gotta do.
Seriously EVERYONE needs to see this. I’ve lost someone because they let the shit here brainwash them.
“Hold still, I’m currently in the process of removing that character trait that you like RPing.”
DON’T.
Are you a Light-wielder? The virtue of Respect dictates that you must only help those who welcome your help.
Do you get help from the spirits of the wilds? Who are you to interfere with the natural order unless the person’s life is otherwise in danger?
Channeling some chi? What you would deem a defect may instead be the source of their personal strength.
In short, ask permission. No, it doesn’t have to make sense to you. Ask permission anyway.
Relevant again
Not just RP though. Do you have any idea how many people try to fix me in RL? I want to say: “Thank you for your dissertation on why doing X, eating Y, or avoiding Z will miraculously make my bones and tendons grows back, my arthritis disappear, my blood pressure drop to normal, my inability to process iron stop, or my vertigo magically go away. Why don’t you just fuck off? K? Thanks.”
