Dear Reader,
I awoke this morning to multiple notifications about several new pieces of writing on Substack dealing with, or touching on the subject of suicide.
Now, I have never personally seen anyone kill themselves as
has. Nor have I ever “found” any loved ones at the scene of such an event, as has . My extended family and I have however been closely affected by suicide.Miss you cousin.
And, I know what gun oil tastes like.
If anyone reading this is considering this act as a last resort, a way out of sorts. Please, take a moment and click on Holly’s handle above, her piece may be the best argument I can put forward this early in the morning, while my first cup of coffee is still steaming by my hand.
Please, Dear Reader,
“Hold on. Be strong. Cause when it’s on, it’s on.”
I have mentioned Tupac, and his art many times in these pages. He wrote those words above and they come racing into my mind every time things start to feel too heavy, too dark, or if I simply start to consider how “worth it” it all is.
When I hear that song, the taste of Hoppes #9 floods my mouth, taking me back to a particular moment in time, and I am filled with an overwhelming need to do one thing.
“Finish the fucking game”
Thanks Pac, I know you’re there. I hear you loud and clear homie.
That’s all I will say on the matter for now. No one wants to be lectured by the likes of me. I know that.
So, go read
’s piece again, and then once more.If you still want out, please do that shit outside. Don’t destroy anyone else with your final act of selfishness.
Love you, and I hope you’re still here tomorrow.
I am going to go read a piece titled “Dream Big, Keep Going. See What Happens.”
It is written by
I bet it will be as motivational as the title appears.Until next time Dear Reader,
R U Still Motherfucking Down?!?!
-Will
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Love this. Thanks for sharing. ❤️✨