BlackSG91
Loves Black Guitars & Meng Mengs
There are things to discus but honestly I really want to end my life. I don't want to die...I want to live but there are feelings of suicide I can't control. It is that bad!!!!
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You should discuss with a mental health professional immediately.
1-800-273-8255
Every time I watch this video I cry. He is such a gentle person who loves playing piano. My goal is to play guitar and make people happy...just like he wants to...by playing piano. Please watch.
It is never healthy to have your self-worth tied to what others think of you.
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Sometimes life plays tricks on us, there's no reason why nor perceivable a purpose. Some times all we can do is to ENDURE and RESIST. You are not yet done here, there's a whole lot of YOU that still needs to be shared with the world, FIND IT.
I can't do anything else but throw words in here. I'm no doctor, nor live in Canada (more on the other side of the Atlantic pond), but maybe I can share a few more positive thoughts.
Can you share a bit more of context? What was the chain of events that led you to these feelings? What are your anchors, your "safe places"? What can you do about your present life, can you go for a walk in the nature or to the beach? Changing panoramas and horizons usually helps to clear the mind for a while, it's like re-charging our own batteries (yeah, I know, cliché, but it actually works)... maybe all you need is a new perspective... what can be changed in your life? what is needed to change in your life?... and according to whom?
No offense intended, but this is not the place to divulge that information. I'd maybe discuss it with the number that was given earlier in the thread (where they can possibly suggest a good therapist, group, or psychologist), or perhaps search for one yourself. This make take some doing, as it sometimes requires trying a few out before you find the one that is right for you.Thanks for answering When I was around 10 years old I sat in a public park bench and some fat old white man sat beside me and started rubbing my leg and kept rubbing...and then he rubbed closer towards my privates and then He whispered in my ear calling me a dirty little Asian whore. I punched several times n the face and I ran away. This is not the first time....4 more times after.
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This.@BlackSG91 - This might not mean much but take it fwiw- Sometimes when I come here and I can't seem to connect to many of the current discussions, I'll see that you've posted in the "what are you listening to?" thread... and I can always bet that I'm gonna really dig what you're sharing or at least find it interesting. You've got genuinely unique musical taste and there have been times that you've turned me onto a song or band that I've never even heard of.
In that regard, you have many times been inspirational to me and I just want to thank you for that. Music is sometimes one of the only places that I can find solace and I greatly appreciate you being a part of that.
Thanks for answering When I was around 10 years old I sat in a public park bench and some fat old white man sat beside me and started rubbing my leg and kept rubbing...and then he rubbed closer towards my privates and then He whispered in my ear calling me a dirty little Asian whore. I punched several times n the face and I ran away. This is not the first time....4 more times after.
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It also reminds me of how my mother said I was born out of her asshole...she fondled me at times and called me a dirty little pig...this interview explains the two fingers.
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