>seja eu, 22 anos, virjão clássico e todo travado
>conheço uma mina nota 10/10 na faculdade
>milagre divino acontece e começamos a namorar faz 3 meses
>ela manda: "amor, almoço domingo lá em casa pra conhecer meus velhos"
>"fica suave, meu pai é de boa" (alerta de loss iminente)
>chega o fatídico domingo
>coloco minha única camisa social e me banho de perfume barato até arder o olho
>compro uma caixa de ferrero rocher no cartão de crédito pra parecer playboy
>chego lá com o c* na mão
>sogrinha abre a porta, pura simpatia de vó
>olho pra sala: o sogro sentado de braço cruzado encarando minha alma
>pqp, o maluco tem 1,90m e cara de sargento da reserva
>sento no sofá travadão parecendo uma estátua
>começo a puxar assunto sobre o mengão só pra não morrer de vergonha
>ele vai amaciando, solta uma risadinha, clima fica sussa
>hora do rango: feijoada braba com tudo que tem direito
>como feito um condenado pra puxar o saco da velha
>termino o terceiro prato me sentindo o genro perfeito
>fomos pra sala tomar um cafezinho
>de repente, a desgraça: um ronco ensurdecedor ecoa na minha barriga
>parece uma britadeira misturada com turbina de boeing
>pqp, o suor frio começa a escorrer na nuca na hora
>olho pro teto e vejo a morte passando
>mando na maior cara lavada: "com licença, onde fica o banheiro?"
>namorada aponta o lavabo bem no meio do corredor da sala
>entro, passo a tranca e agradeço a cristo
>sento na privada e cometo um atentado terrorista sem precedentes
>sensação de alívio puro, quase transcendi pra outra dimensão
>me limpo, ajeito as calças e puxo a descarga
>e é aí que o pesadelo começa
>a água sobe
>sobe mais
>sobe até a pontinha da louça
>pqp mano, a água não desce nem um milímetro
>um submarino de Chernobyl boiando e me encarando com desprezo
>o cheiro começa a tomar conta de tudo, parece um apocalipse químico
>entro em parafuso procurando um desentupidor
>cadê essa p*rra de desentupidor?
>não tem nada, só um difusor de cheiro de lavanda que só deixa o fedor gourmet
>pego aquela escovinha de plástico mixuruca pra tentar cutucar o monstro
>faço força
>o cabo quebra na metade, vtnc kkkkkkkkk
>agora tá o tolete radioativo E meio cabo de plástico boiando
>de repente, duas batidas secas na porta: toc toc
>"ô genro, sai logo daí que preciso mijar antes de buscar o refri" (voz do sogro)
>meu cérebro congela, meu sistema desliga por 3 segundos
>não tem janela pra fugir
>olho pro espelho e vejo um homem sem dignidade
>abro a porta devagar com a maior cara de derrotado da história da humanidade
>o bafo da morte sai do banheiro e acerta a cara do velho em cheio
>o sogro arregala os olhos e dá dois passos pra trás tossindo
>eu, com a voz tremendo de vergonha alheia:
>"seu Carlos... sinceramente? se o senhor der um passo aí dentro, o senhor não volta com vida"
>silêncio absoluto por 5 segundos
>achei que ia levar uma surra
>o velho simplesmente se dobra no
meio de tanto rir, chorando de gargalhar
>"PQP MULEQUE, TU CAGOU UM PARALELIEPÍPEDO É?! CORRE LÁ ATRÁS E PEGA A MANGUEIRA!"
>passei as próximas 2 horas desentupindo a privada com o velho me zoando e bebendo cerveja
>resultado: ganhei o respeito do sogro pra sempre
>agora em todo almoço de família ele me apresenta como "o Demolidor"
Suicide
Today, let me tell you a crucial observation I've found out about suicide.
If you have ever, at the slightest period in your life, thought of committing suicide at some particular lowest periods of your life, then you should quickly start putting a mental health system in place in your life.
Suicide would first flash through your mind in the quickest of ways.
It will first come as that quick option, to which you will dismiss it immediately.
Now, you will dismiss the thought faster, because you believe your situation isn't worth "considering the option of suicide"
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Until that period where everything crumbles.
Nothing works
Everyone leaves
Financial life down
Love down
Meaning and purpose down.
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That's when suicide will flash through your mind again, and this time, based on the current phase you are in, your mind would start factoring it as a possible option.
And in this phase, you might have already isolated yourself away from people around you.
So as you are deliberating the option of suicide, you are doing so in extreme isolation and inside thinking.
Giving yourself reasons why that option might be the best
And unfortunately, no one is around to give second opinions.
So each passing day, the option of suicide becomes more grounded as the best choice.
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Now, at this phrase, you will enter a state of aggressively justification.
To take your own life, isn't an easy thing.
Your brain naturally protects you from harm.
So for you to now consciously harm yourself, it means you would have to sit your brain down and lecture it on why suicide is best for both of you.
By aggressively justifying the act.
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For instance,
You brain would say "But people care about you"
You would say "No one has checked up on me for the past 24 days"
Your brain would say "But your work pays you well and you can buy what you want"
You would say "I am not fulfilled doing the job anyways. I'm not happy in the workplace"
Your brain would counter again and say "But your children love you so much"
You would say "My mother would take care of them, when I leave"
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So your brain now works with that lecture, drops all it's coping mechanisms and defence strategies, and enters a state of compliance.
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At this stage, the person is a walking dead.
They have made up their mind and it's now a matter of when.
It takes a very strong pull to remove them from this state. A very strong consideration.
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The best stage to help out is the stage where they are still lecturing their brain.
When they are still trying to justify the act.
That's the best time to influence their thoughts and make them change their mind.
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Now, if you are at a stage or you've been at that stage of lecturing your brain on why suicide might be an option, then you really need to see a mental health professional.
I will drop some official suicide prevention phone numbers of various countries below.
They will work with you detailedly and put you through a proper mental health procedure.
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They would have a more detailed procedure than what I would give you, if you come to me.
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So please save their numbers below
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United States 🇺🇸
Suicide & Crisis Lifeline: 988 (call or text)
Crisis Text Line: Text HOME to 741741
Ghana 🇬🇭
Lifeline Ghana: +233 244 471 279
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South Africa 🇿🇦
SADAG (Depression & Anxiety Group): 0800 567 567
Suicide Crisis Line: 0800 21 22 23
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India 🇮🇳
Tele-MANAS (National Mental Health Helpline): 14416 or 1-800-891-4416
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Nigeria 🇳🇬:
Mentally Aware Nigeria Initiative (MANI): +234 809 111 6264, +234 809 210 6493
Emergency services (nationwide): 112
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United Kingdom 🇬🇧
Samaritans: 116 123
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May the soul of Mitte Rest in Perfect peace 🩶🕊️
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that's how it ALWAYS goes. They're happy because they've found a permanent solution & seeing you happier because they're happy only reinforces the idea that you only like them when you can ignore their struggles. Check up on people. Show them you're the shoulder they can cry on
Bryan Cranston has written a tribute for his ‘Breaking Bad’ on-screen son RJ Mitte who tragically passed away due to suicide.
“We were texting each other just a few weeks ago - figuring out when we could meet for lunch. I don't know if that lunch would have changed his future... But I do know that I loved him.”