omgpleasantlyfantasticcollector:

kc749:

poplitealqueen:

girlwhorpsalot:

I needed this.

Fucking important.

Dunno if this has been captioned before, but because the type is a bit blurry:

[Bolded header] I’m a therapist and keep this poster in my waiting room, apparently it’s saved a few lives.

[Picture of a brown cartoon owl, standing on a branch with one foot up and head tilted to the right. Located to right of text.]

I don’t like the phrase “A cry for help.” I just don’t like how it sounds. When somebody says to me, “I’m thinking about suicide, I have a plan: I just need a reason not to do it,” the last thing I see is helplessness.

I think: Your depression has been beating you up for years. It’s called you ugly, and stupid, and pathetic, and a failure, for so long that you’ve forgotten that it’s wrong. You don’t see any good in yourself, and you don’t have any hope.

[Picture of brown owl, both feet on tree branch, head tilted to the left this time. Located to right of text.]

But still, here you are; You’ve come over to me, banged on my door, and said “Hey! Staying alive is really hard right now! Just give me something to fight with! I don’t care if it’s a stick! Give me a stick and I can stay alive!”

How is that helpless? I think that’s incredible. You’re like a marine: Trapped for years behind enemy lines, your gun has been taken away, you’re out of ammo, you’re malnourished, and you’ve probably caught some kind of jungle virus that’s making you hallucinate giant spiders.

And you’re still just going, “Give me a stick. I’m not dying out here.”

“A cry for help” makes it sound like I’m supposed to take pity on you, but you don’t need my pity. This isn’t pathetic, this is the will to survive. This is how humans lived long enough to become the dominant species.

[Picture of brown owl standing on branch looking straight ahead. Located to left of text.]

With no hope, running on nothing, you’re ready to cut through a hundred miles of hostile jungle with nothing but a stick, if that’s what it takes to get to safety.

All I’m doing is handing out sticks.

You’re the one staying alive.

[Picture of brown owl staring ahead.]

I’m going through a rough episode right now and dealing with those thoughts and urges. This is something that I’ve never heard but desperately needed to hear it. Thank you.