So here’s the low-down Charlie Brown. I’m a crazy person, right? Right. When I was a teenager, I started hallucinating. Mostly just distracting shit, like spots and stuff. You know how, if you look at the light just right, you can see shit floating around in the air? Like dust and stuff? It was like
You would think, with a name like Terminally Intelligent, that I would talk about death more. Well, I try my damnedest not to. It’s depressing, and hard for people to hear about. Not to mention the triggers that death can bring up for some people. On that note: Trigger Warning! I have an acquaintance who
A friend of Jenny’s, named Anne, asked on our Facebook page if I would write about my parents. She was referring to my “natural” parents, of course. You know, those bastards that birthed me. You see, my parents were capitol-D-Dicks. Yep, I spelled that out, it wasn’t even ironic, I just wanted to make sure
TRIGGER ALERT: Jenny here. This post is full of triggers, I promise. Rory’s still in the hospital, but hand wrote this post, which I am posting on his behalf. He wrote it his first day in the hospital, before they gave him any new meds. Needless to say, he was still extremely suicidal at the
Sitting here, crying my eyes out, I wonder why I haven’t killed myself. I have dreamt, wished and planned. I have tried. But I’ve never succeeded, thankfully. But it occurs to me: Why am I not dead yet? It struck me today; I participate in the slowest, most painful form of suicide possible. Living. I
Need help? In the U.S., call 1-800-273-8255 National Suicide Prevention Lifeline One of the questions I get the most often is; “What does it feel like to be suicidal?” I think people are trying to understand why I would want to kill myself, not once, but twice in my life. I’ve never had a good
So, I sit here shaking and on the brink of tears. I can’t tell you why I’m so afraid. I can’t tell you what will happen in ten minutes. I can’t tell anyone what this feels like. Not really, because there’s no way for me to know. From a scientific position, this is a really
Day seven of my camping trip, and I saved the best for last: WhySuicideBlog is a blog written from the perspective of a suicide survivor named Eric Marcus. He is the author of three books, called Why Suicide?, Is it a Choice?, and Making Gay History. He interviews authors, invited guests to write on his
PostSecret is a pretty accurate name for this blog. It is written by Frank Warren. It is self-described on the blog as “an ongoing community art project where people mail in their secrets anonymously on one side of a homemade postcard. ” Most of the time, PostSecret has themed weeks. However, sometimes they just have
There are so many logical things to fear. Death, illness, loss. But why do I fear some of the most basic human things? Let me be clear. I don’t think I have cancer all the time. I don’t (usually) jump at small sounds. No, I’m terrified of appearing normal. I am mortified at the thought
