distressedSince then, people have contacted me via email (when they had it), via my old email (which I rarely check), via my contact form, via Facebook, and via my Tumblr, to give me their phone numbers, to tell me not to hurt myself (which I did not threaten to do), to provide crisis hotlines, to make suggestions about medication (which I did not solicit), and in one case, to threaten to report me to the police as a suicide risk if I did not update my blog immediately to show that I was still alive.
Please. Stop. "Comment amnesty" did not mean "work harder to make sure that your words, your well wishes, your specific need to engage with my depression will be heard." I try to keep open dialogs on this blog, and I usually appreciate communication, but right now, this contact is intrusive, and upsetting, and seems to prioritize the needs of the contacting person above mine. Please. Stop.
This is why I do not talk when I am sad.
January 13 2014, 01:39:32 UTC 3 years ago
I talk about this crap, too, and I know how personally draining it is to open up about this sort of thing, and I know how important it is to me to continue doing it, even when it's hard. I appreciate that you seem to feel the same, and deeply appreciate your writing on the subject, which has personally helped me. I appreciate both the cost, and I appreciate the value of it, which is profound. Thank you for being willing to do that.
I am sorry that in their zeal to reassure themselves -- when, IMO, you'd done a fine job of being reassuring -- some people overstepped their boundaries and intruded.
Here are some steampunk pirate ponies who love each other very much, in case you have not seen them already, and needed to see something adorable and awesome to distract you from people's inappropriate overenthusiasm.
Thank you.
January 13 2014, 15:16:44 UTC 3 years ago
Adore you, dearling.