[ SECRET POST #2148 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2148 ⌋

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Comments

Re: and I'm worriedall this will help me slip back into my suicidal urges again

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

Hey, I can pretty much sympathise, but basically: what the poster above me said about - if you commit suicide you are missing out on something amazing that might happen.

... You know what, I'm just going to quote something Michael Grant (co-author of Animorphs) posted on FB because he said it a hell of a lot better than I can:

Having one of those odd moments when past and present loop around. I'm in Washington, DC. I used to live here. I was a law library grunt at Wilmer, Cutler and Pickering. (Now Wilmer and Hale) 19 years old. No notion of becoming a writer. No notion of meeting Katherine 5 years later in Austin, TX.

I was barely getting by but kind of enjoying life anyway. But right after Washington my life
went off the rails. Three or four years later I was a lost soul. A bum living under a freeway overpass. Not even the tiniest clue of where my life was going. And tomorrow I'm speaking at the National Book Festival on the Mall, with the words "New York Times Bestelling Author," tattooed on my forehead.

Figuratively.

Dear people being depressed about their lives: I had no fucking idea how great my life was going to be. People despairing or thinking of suicide, remember this: I had No Fucking Clue. By about 1977 I thought my life was screwed beyond redemption. In 1979 I met the love of my life. In 1989 we sold our first book. By 1996 I was getting million dollar checks. In 1997 I was a father.

If I keel over dead five minutes from now, it will have been a great life. You have no fucking idea how your life will turn out. Stay for the whole ride.

Link (sorry, the person didn't link to the original FB post and I really can't be bothered to go find it): http://anikotevet.livejournal.com/1106524.html