tell me who you think about while im away lyrics

so i bottled it yup, I’ve contemplated suicide. i felt like i had to keep it in to protect my family and try to keep it from collapsing and if i let it out then it will make everything so much worse. I currently suffer from anxiety and depression, i and living proof that bottling metaphorical demons up is 100% a bad thing. 5 years later my parents are still together somehow and still love each other as much astray felt their wedding day. my brother was 7 at the time and become quite violent again putting strain on the family. Hi, im poppy im currently caught in a mental storm and i feel like there’s no way out.we lost very close family member in 2015, my dad broke down and this almost resulted in my parents divorcing, my mum also wasn’t in the best state either. A ONU representat once said ” la justicia social is more important than therapies and medicine”. I can understand people why commit suicide but is not in our power to help them for real. I can’t replace an environment though and a corrupted society. Nevere a help line will replace a very dark and wrong place we are forced to live due to lack of money, family contracts, lack of oportunities, lack of people who really care about each other and help each other in order to gain energy and fulfill their lives, are only energy sucker until you cannot longer get up from bad and bed and sickness. And I don’t want to hear anything about the freedom of choice in a world where humanity shrinks with the speed of sound. You lost me from here: “How the fuck could they do that to their family and friends? How?” Many people have terrible relationships with families, being desconnected and not understood at all, narcisist parents, dominants, and force to live with selfih people that would kill you for inheritance and back stabbing friends that are not happy when you succed something or steal your business or boyfriend. It’s now finished for the year, but if you’d like storytelling advice in your inbox – some of which I wouldn’t put on the internet, pop your details in here*: PS this story was part of my (free) Advent(ish) Calendar of Stories. If you know someone that needs to hear this right now, you can share this blog with them by clicking on one of the round buttons below, or just HERE to share on Facebook. UK: You can call the Samaritans on 116 123 or email else you are, if you just google “suicide” and your country, the number will likely be the first that shows. US: You can call the Suicide Prevention Lifeline on 1-80Ĭanada: You can call Crisis Services Canada on 1-83 or text 45645 Or there are people who are here to help you. If you’re in a dark place and need help, please tell someone you know. If you’re reading now, I want you to know that it is true of you. Then I remember that little phrase, and how I felt when I read it. Sometimes now, I think back to that time and try and imagine what it was like.

Months later, when I finally was able to believe those words, I put it away. It stayed there, a tiny reminder of what could be. That evening, I took it out and put it on my bedside table.Įvery night, I’d look at it and wonder.

I couldn’t for a minute imagine that this could be true of me.īut if the people who make the tea wrote that message to have universal appeal, then…maybe it was. In theory, I like that Yogi tea has a little saying on the paper that attaches to the string in practise I often found them a bit obtuse, and eye-rolly. That afternoon in the kitchen, I put on the kettle and unwrapped a teabag. I’d find solace in daydreaming that I could find a way to disappear without consequence for my ma. But really, it wouldn’t make a big difference to them. I mean, they’d feel they should, so they’d probably say they did. But I honestly thought no one else would really mind.

I had this intellectual understanding that it would be a terrible thing to do to my mum. The only comfort? Thinking about ending it. I swung between secret sobbing and numbness. It felt like everything in my life was falling apart. Then, a few years ago, I was having an awful time. How the fuck could they do that to their family and friends? How? I always used to be angry at people who’d committed suicide. Then I took the tiny piece of paper that was attached to the tea bag string – and slid it into my pocket. I just pursed my lips and sharply breathed in.

Tell me who you think about while im away lyrics