Prompt in honor of national suicide awareness month: My story isn't over (6 parts) my story isn't over. I've barely scratched the beginning. you raked my eyes. shoved me down. kicked me in the side when I couldn't see just to make sure I couldn't breathe either. You took my heart and crushed it.
Glad you’re still here. 🫶
🧡🧡🧡🧡 thank you!
but know what? those wounds healed. my air returned. and now, no matter how often you try, I fully intend to make you live with my existence until I watch the sun implode and the earth turn to ice and death. not out of spite. In fact, has nothing to do with you.
Ya see. I have work to do and love to spread. I have people to pick up and oxygen to return to lungs. I have kind words that haven't been spoken yet. I have lives to save and souls to clean off. i have people to remind that they, like me, can become the hope of the world.
👏👏👏👏
so if you've thought your days are up. If you thought there wasn't a reason to be here, for whatever reason(s), that's simply not true. You're irreplaceable. Your heart is a touch of magic in this all-too-often dark and magicless world. So yeah, THAT life is. But this life isn't. This life is here.
Share that gentle heart of yours. show the lost a path. Return the oxygen to the world and smile, knowing you came out more beautiful than anyone could have imagined.
We have work to do. Take my hand and let's go.
You are too kind to me, my friend!
I only speak the truth
I appreciate you, very much!
Right back at you
