Tag Archives: batman

Asking for help is a GOOD thing.

I am seriously using EVERY SINGLE TAG I use for this, because this is important. A cry for help should not EVER be ignored, and the person ASKING for help should never be made to feel like they are somehow LESS for NEEDING that help.

If you are shot, you go to a doctor. If you break an arm or a leg, you go to the doctor. You don’t feel ashamed for needing help THEN, why should you when the pain is INSIDE you? When it is a literally LIFE THREATENING injury/illness? And yes, people, it IS life threatening. Or do you think they were just playing with the noose around their neck? Or the bullet hole in their head? Or maybe the slit wrists and the mountain of fucking pills in their stomach.


Do you know WHY so many people don’t get the help they need? Because there are dickholes out there who are mocking them. Who dismiss the cries for help as a “phase” until the person finally gets to the point where they think “why bother?”

And then those same assholes have the nerve to say “I don’t understand…what happened?”

YOU happened, asshole. You and the rest of society who have pushed them down one too many times, without even a backwards glance, much less a helping hand to get them back on their feet.

Their blood is on YOUR hands. And don’t you EVER fucking forget it.


**Note: To those of you who actually reach out to those who need help, this is NOT directed at you. And please, never change that part of you. We need more people like you.**

First off… no one panic, I’m not suicidal. Yes, I get down and feel like wtf is the point at times. I hate having to work when I know life is short and I’m not happy at my job and I keep thinking.. no one cares. If I died tomorrow, there’d be some poor schmuck […]

via Suicide… 4 words: Listen, I need help! — Kawanee’s Korner

Day 5: and other good news.

Didn’t get a lot of writing done today, but did get some editing done.

Also had a surprisingly good day. I mentioned a couple days ago, I believe, that my tablet is dying. Well, today I found out I have an extra $200 in my bank account, so guess what I’m picking up tomorrow? Went hunting on Amazon after that and scored me a nice case/keyboard for it, and Batman: The Animated Series volume 2. Then, to top it all off, went to Sonic, and the shake I love to get (but rarely do because it’s about $4) was half price.

I keep looking around waiting for the bad news to come in, but nothing’s happened so far. Maybe it’s just the universe making up for the past crappy month, but I’m not trusting it. A friend told me not to be a Debbie Downer, but as I told him: “Right now, I’m more of a Terrified Tiffany, thank you.”

Fingers crossed everything stays at least somewhat peachy.

Writing proof:

Alex sucked in a breath. “Same hair, same eyes. Holy shit.”.

Day 2:

Almost hit 1000 words today. Meanwhile, the ten year old I take care of managed to churn out seven pages. (She’s decided to start writing fan-comics, featuring the Kitty League of Justice, lead by Batcat.)

My proof of progress:

Finally finding the right pocket her phone was in, she hit the button to turn the screen on. “It’s six twenty-eight, sachan. And it wasn’t like it was on purpose. She was being all ‘we don’t need no help’, while you were sitting right there, patching her brother’s brain together. What the fuck?”