Some of us feel too deeply…

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Two Dads Who Have Officially Restored My Faith In Humanity

Here are two stories to make you feel positive going into the weekend (tomorrow’s Saturday, guys!):

First up, a heartwarming story, via Towleroad, of a dad who, upon overhearing his son talking about his fears at how his parents will react to his upcoming coming-out, wrote a preemptive (and tears-inducing) letter of acceptance, assuring his son of his love and support. This was first posted about on the Facebook page of FCKH8.com.

Here is a transcription of the letter:

I overheard your phone conversation with Mike last night about your plans to come out to me. The only thing I need you to plan is to bring home OJ and bread after class. We are out, like you now.

I’ve known you were gay since you were six, I’ve love you since you were born.

– Dad

P.S. Your mom and I think you and Mike make a…

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1. The one who doesn’t want to deal with society.

You are just not interested in seeing people, and have no real justification for that other than “my soul is tired.” You would much prefer staying in, keeping to yourself, and surfing on the internet (with chat feature safely off). It’s just that the outside world involves so much judgment, so much challenging interaction, and such a high risk of running into people you have absolutely zero interest in seeing. You are the person who is most happy when curled up in their blanket with only one hand protruding for scrolling/clicking purposes.

2. The one who can’t go out enough.

You are deeply considering getting “Where Is The Fucking Party” tattooed across your chest because it is one of those nights — as tends to happen once every so often, much like a werewolf — where you are looking to…

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Words on a Tuesday Night

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Remind yourself that this temporary. You will not feel like this forever. It will be fine. Things are not as bad as they seem. You are strong. You are brave. You are worthy. You can do this. You can. I know it hurts. It always hurts when this happens. But just remember, this is temporary. You can get through this. You’ve done so many times before. So take a breath. Inhale. Exhale. Write. Unwind. Breathe. There.

You aren’t alone. You aren’t alone. You aren’t alone. You are loved. You know that you’re loved. Remember. Think. You can do this. Inhale. Exhale. Breathe.

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I don’t really remember the leaving.

I remember the two short-lived hugs at my terminal. I remember the hand full of salty tears that outlined our goodbye and I remember my hands holding onto my bags so tight that my knuckles lost most of their color. I carried them through the sliding glass doors and further forward, until my fingers began to tingle. And I didn’t check to see if they were still standing there behind me. But I didn’t have to turn around to know for sure. They were waiting until I disappeared, I could feel it.

I remember falling asleep and waking up to the tip tapping of the rain. It kissed me hello through the windows of my cab. And it was windy that day so the drops moved sideways before they rushed off the glass. My driver was speeding over the bridge, like he knew I…

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Question Mark

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I’ve been thinking about this for a while…but it only just clicked last night.

I like helping people. But why? I had hoped it was because I was a good person, that I had a kind heart or something like that. But I don’t exactly see myself as such, and I don’t mean this in a “woe-is-me” type of way. I just don’t see it. But back to my point. So yeah, helping others makes me happy. I like doing it, there’s some kind of high involved when I can make another person’s day a little bit better… I like that idea.

But maybe I  only do this in order to feel relevant, like I matter. I don’t know if that is bad in itself but I guess I’m trying to figure out if my own sense of self (which isn’t much really) should be so closely tied with my relevance in the lives of others.


We tell others that they’re great, that they are awesome and that we love them. But it remains the most difficult of tasks to say these things ourselves. Is this hypocritical?


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“We Are Broken”

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The following is to be a letter addressed to my future selves:

I want you to know that we’re getting better. Suicide is no longer something we consider on a regular basis,we’re slowly reaching out to others, learning to receive compliments and we’ve come to terms with “that” thing. You could even say that on the best days, we might actually like ourselves.

So we’re getting there, and I think the younger us would be proud. We’re currently going through a rough time though. I try to remind myself that it will be okay, we’ll get through this and that it is all temporary. But it’s hard, so hard. I don’t want to take anything away from you by making rash decisions so I’m trying to keep it together. I’m trying my best to keep it together (and while I know you’ll thank me for it some day), at this point I’m having a hard time doing what I need to get us past this.

And so we’re slipping….going back to that place inside ourselves that we really don’t want to go because we know what happens. I need some help, remind me that it will all be worth it. It needs to be worth it.