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Keep it coming… day three in a row I think??
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Suicide

Send hugs… please
Some storms leave broken branches.
Some leave quiet rooms.

Suicide is a storm like that.
It does not only take one life.
It echoes through kitchens,
through empty chairs at tables,
through phones that will never ring again.

The ones left behind
carry questions like heavy stones.
They hold birthdays that feel different,
laughter that suddenly pauses,
memories that arrive with both warmth
and a sharp little ache.

Love does not vanish.
That is the hard part.
It stays.

It stays in photographs,
in old messages,
in the way someone still says a name softly
when no one else is listening.

So tonight, if the world feels heavy,
imagine a circle of quiet kindness.

Arms around tired shoulders. 🫂
Hands held a little tighter.
Friends sitting close without needing words.

For the grieving.
For the hurting.
For the ones still fighting to stay.

All of them deserve gentleness.
All of them deserve tomorrow.

And every single one
deserves a hug. 🫂
 
Some storms leave broken branches.
Some leave quiet rooms.

Suicide is a storm like that.
It does not only take one life.
It echoes through kitchens,
through empty chairs at tables,
through phones that will never ring again.

The ones left behind
carry questions like heavy stones.
They hold birthdays that feel different,
laughter that suddenly pauses,
memories that arrive with both warmth
and a sharp little ache.

Love does not vanish.
That is the hard part.
It stays.

It stays in photographs,
in old messages,
in the way someone still says a name softly
when no one else is listening.

So tonight, if the world feels heavy,
imagine a circle of quiet kindness.

Arms around tired shoulders. 🫂
Hands held a little tighter.
Friends sitting close without needing words.

For the grieving.
For the hurting.
For the ones still fighting to stay.

All of them deserve gentleness.
All of them deserve tomorrow.

And every single one
deserves a hug. 🫂
This made me cry
 
This could be the best and most supportive Post Topic on Lit. I'm extremely emotional and can't think of a day that my eyes haven't weld up in some fashion...today watching a mom breast feeding her baby...OMG!!!! Hugs for all the posters and those that have already established connections here...awesome
 
Some storms leave broken branches.
Some leave quiet rooms.

Suicide is a storm like that.
It does not only take one life.
It echoes through kitchens,
through empty chairs at tables,
through phones that will never ring again.

The ones left behind
carry questions like heavy stones.
They hold birthdays that feel different,
laughter that suddenly pauses,
memories that arrive with both warmth
and a sharp little ache.

Love does not vanish.
That is the hard part.
It stays.

It stays in photographs,
in old messages,
in the way someone still says a name softly
when no one else is listening.

So tonight, if the world feels heavy,
imagine a circle of quiet kindness.

Arms around tired shoulders. 🫂
Hands held a little tighter.
Friends sitting close without needing words.

For the grieving.
For the hurting.
For the ones still fighting to stay.

All of them deserve gentleness.
All of them deserve tomorrow.

And every single one
deserves a hug. 🫂
God Almighty, that just made me cry my damned eyes out.
 
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