Fished From The Bottom

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id="7bed">K.B. Silver</p><p id="fc92">It is hard to talk about certain topics because of the stigma attached to them. The pity that goes along. I don’t share certain experiences for pity. To be clear I don’t encourage the idea that people should kill themselves. I want it to be known that when someone does, they truly believe they have no other options. I am not ashamed of the fact that when I was 6 years old there were no options, there was no help, when teachers alerted my parents they moved, when doctors alerted my parents they just took me to other doctors, when there was no way out of the abuse, I took what option I saw I had, which was attempting suicide.</p><p id="6154">I am not the one who should be ashamed of this. I am traumatized by the stomach pumping to get the pills I took out of me, and how my mother got away from the hospital she took me to without so much as a visit from CPS, because she used t

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o work there. I am traumatized by how my mother mentioned this event over and over to almost everyone I ever met in a casual way, calling it an accident, in order to keep me under control. I am in grief for the life I never got to have, and for all of the children like me out there right now not getting any help.</p><div id="46ef" class="link-block"> <a href="https://988lifeline.org/"> <div> <div> <h2>Home</h2> <div><h3>Skip to main content We can all help prevent suicide. The 988 Lifeline provides 24/7, free and confidential support for…</h3></div> <div><p>988lifeline.org</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*zGZ6KDl4ODQoLaAR)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

Fished From The Bottom

CW: includes themes and discussion of suicide

I sank at first satisfied in that feeling happy to rest on the sea floor bubbles floating calmly to the surface those last fleeting reminders of the life that used to reside inside my chest those traitorous spheres forever to be my enemy when seemingly all is finally at peace bubbles start rising beneath me or is it hands carrying me top side disrupting the still waters round me raging tidal waves sputtering coughing grasping talons broken nails causing crashing ships with broken sails I thought it would be fine that the only harm in this would be mine who would even have noticed me a mermaid drowning in the bottom of the sea

K.B. Silver

It is hard to talk about certain topics because of the stigma attached to them. The pity that goes along. I don’t share certain experiences for pity. To be clear I don’t encourage the idea that people should kill themselves. I want it to be known that when someone does, they truly believe they have no other options. I am not ashamed of the fact that when I was 6 years old there were no options, there was no help, when teachers alerted my parents they moved, when doctors alerted my parents they just took me to other doctors, when there was no way out of the abuse, I took what option I saw I had, which was attempting suicide.

I am not the one who should be ashamed of this. I am traumatized by the stomach pumping to get the pills I took out of me, and how my mother got away from the hospital she took me to without so much as a visit from CPS, because she used to work there. I am traumatized by how my mother mentioned this event over and over to almost everyone I ever met in a casual way, calling it an accident, in order to keep me under control. I am in grief for the life I never got to have, and for all of the children like me out there right now not getting any help.