Cry Out For Help

It’s easy when you’re depressed or upset to think no one cares about you. So easy. Hilariously easy. But making a big ol’ public, self-loathing filled cry for help, like I did yesterday has very quickly changed my mind on the matter. People do care about me. No one was as surprised as me.

I’ve had all sorts of kind words and support passed my way. I feel very lucky (vom). But more importantly, a lot better than I did thirty-six hours ago.

In part, writing about what I was feeling was cathartic in and of itself. It didn’t even cross my mind to not share it to Facebook. That’s what I do with everything I write.

It was the support that followed that really made a difference though.

So if you’re not okay. If you hate yourself. If you feel like no one cares. Use your words and cry out for help. Just like, scream the word. “Heeeelpp“. You can even suffix it with a “me” if you like. You have my permission.

It doesn’t have to be as intensely specific and self-flagellating as me. Or even anything close to that. But you might just get a surprise. And let’s face it. If you’re pathetic and worthless. Why not make a show of it? You’ll still be as pathetic and worthless if no one cares. So, in that context, what have you got to lose?

Also, if you’re reading this. We’re more than likely friends on Facebook. Which means if you post a status asking for help because you’re a piece of shit, I’ll at the very least say hi. I won’t try and convince you that you’re not a piece of shit. But I almost promise, just telling someone that you feel terrible will make you feel a little less terrible.

If that all seems too much. Then this post will tell you what to do if you can’t stop telling yourself you’re a piece of shit.

If we’re not friends on Facebook. Tough shit. You’re missing out. Nah, I kid. I kid. All I ever do is share ClickHole articles anyway. But leave a comment underneath this. I’ll say hi.

If everything I’ve suggested is way too much for you right now. You can always try again tomorrow.

And above all. Always remember: It’s okay to not be okay.

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