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This is the 24/7 Suicide Hotline in America. Here lately, I've read a lot of content that indicates high anxiety and depressive illnesses. The holidays are very hard for many people, and I want to create a challenge where you can hide for a moment until you get your thoughts together. You don't even have to be suicidal to call this number. I've called them during panic attacks and even general feelings of worthlessness. Please don't hurt yourself. The Prose community loves you too much to let you hurt yourself. I can't let another one of my friends be taken by self-harm and suicide. WRITE ABOUT SOMETHING THAT GIVES YOU HOPE! It doesn't have to be particularly joyful or awe-inspiring. Just write like you are speaking to someone who is fighting to survive in the crazy world.

I want you to live, my friend...

Huh!

You’re suicidal? I guess I’m being very rude...

Okay! Let’s take it this way..

Talk. Talk to me. I want to know what made you so despondent.

Talk.. It gives a vent to your rage inside that you are trying to hide..

It’s no good, dear.. Don’t hold onto it.. You will not feel good if you do.

Talk to me.. Tell me how you feel when you hear the rain splashing against the windows.. Tell me how you feel when you hold a warm, fuzzy puppy in your arms or hold a kitten tight to yourself?

Tell me.. I wanna know..

Okay.. Maybe you want more evidence of my trust.. See- I’ll be sharing with you a secret. Not even my parents know that.. Only you.. Cause I know you will be finding your way out if I help you with my bit..

I tried to kill myself.. You heard it right.

That was around a year and a half back.. I was blue most times.. Lost in a haze.. Trying to break through but time and again I couldn’t..

I ended up tightening the noose around my neck but moments before I was to hit my last breath, I thought something... What is the benefit of my death?

If I die, someone will shed a tear or two.. Talk about me and my insane mind for a bit and then forget me.. I will be lost in death as much as in life..

I didn’t want that. Do you?

So I thought of fighting back. Whenever I saw the glint of the knife I refused to picture myself slicing my veins.. Instead I told my brain to shut up and think positive.

It worked. And I believe it’d work for you too.

You have lost your focus? Refocus.

You have lost your destination? Check your route map.

You have lost words? Speak out to yourself and to the world.

If they don’t hear, scream, pierce their eardrums.. You will be heard.

You want freedom.. Find it yourself. No one will help you in the last innings.. That’s the game. You will have to be there for ‘you’. Believe me. I’ve been there and I’ve won.

It’s okay to not be okay, buddy! Just kiss life on its lips.. ’Cause I know it sucks.

Face yourself and make up your mind. Tell your mind that you aren’t afraid to give it a try..

You know what? We have to try out and only then do we know where we stand..

Come on! Still feeling lonesome? Write out your heart.. It feels good to pour some angst onto the paper and refill your empty tumbler with patience and courage.

You can do it.. Not for me.. Not for anyone else but you..

Hear your inner voice that doesn’t want to snuff out the light of life..

Listen to me.. A perfect stranger.. Yet your well wisher. I don't want you to die. I want you to live.. To kick death in it's face is a victory, isn't it?

Stop looking at those pills for eternal sleep.. Stop peering at the silver knife.. Stop thinking of hanging yourself from the fan.. Goodness! You haven't committed a crime!..

It gives me hope to think that you will find my words here and correct your methods.. I wish you all the best for your life ahead..

If you feel unwanted, kindly remind yourself that there's someone on this planet who wrote out a letter to you for she wants you to live...

Yours truly,

Wordlove..

P.S. Let me know when you punch the monster in its nose!