Dear Litster....

[BradBigBrain]

Dear Incontinent Litster,

I’ve had it up to here with lying upon a soggy mattress. Please see the urologist, I beg of you.

~ Wet and not wild about it

 

[BradBigBrain]

Dear Litster,

Thanks for not letting me know that you had passed away. /sarcasm I guess this puts an end to our on-line love affair. This really puts a damper on my weekend as I had plans to cyber with you a couple of times.

Thanks,
~ On-line lover

 

[BradBigBrain]

Dear Ozzie,

We have a dearth of sheep here the US of A, unlike the land down under, and therefore our sheets are not quite as absorbent.

~ Yankee just like our beloved President

PS...we have sheep...they're just occupied.
https://78.media.tumblr.com/23c878f8f749f47449234e211b685fa9/tumblr_pdk220v0G91smvfgqo1_540.jpg

 

[lovetopleasewomen]

Dear Yankee Prez,

There's always Depends.

Alternate options

 

[BradBigBrain]

Dear AO,

Real men sleep in the nude.

~ a real man

 

[BradBigBrain]

Dear Litster,

catherinewheel77 has exceeded their stored private messages quota and can not accept further messages until they clear some space.

Must be the av!

 

[BradBigBrain]

Dear Litsters who hate drama,

Not me! I love drama. I have been interested in and studying drama as far back as grammar school. I feel as if I have a doctorate in drama ... but no formal education.

~ Loves Drama so much you could call me Meryl Streep

 

[ydahecnot]

Litster,

It hadn’t reached 5,000 yet.

Litster

 

[angelofthenorth]

just a gentle bump as the other one is looking a tad full

 

[Pantyboy74]

Dear Litser

To my Amazing Friend

You know who you are, and I want you to know that things will get better.
But that sometimes they’ll get worse, and it’s okay to go backwards, that’s just the way life is sometimes.

It’s okay to have relapses
It’s okay to have bruises on your thighs
It’s okay to have cuts on your wrists, on your ribs
It’s okay.

I know sometimes it feels like everyone else in the entire world is just so fucking happy.
Why can’t you just be that fucking happy like them?
Why can’t you be normal?
It’s okay to feel that way

Just know feeling shitty is not a bullshit excuse, it’s something that just happens sometimes

Sometimes it feels like you’re too weak or you’re stupid or inadequate somehow for feeling this way when it feels like no one else is.

But you’re not.

You’re incredibly strong to get up every day, amazingly smart to make it through every day, while it feels like your mind is bogged down by a fog of misconception, a constant background noise of criticism, you’re so, so, so far beyond adequate.

Unable to take on:
A full time job of being a student, a family member, an amazing fucking friend, a support line,
an aspiring member of the work force, a person that has to deal with their mental health

When counsellors aren’t available, and you’re too afraid to call the 24/7 crisis hotline, you aren’t quite sure you’re ready or able to talk to someone else about these things because this shit is personal.

This is beyond adequate, this is so much more than what so many people have to deal with, so what if someone might have it worse than you, that doesn’t mean that you aren’t suffering in your own way; every kind of sadness is valid.

I know that sometimes you can’t remember the last time you cried for any reason other than this fucking mental illness, and I know that sometimes it feels like you can’t cry
unless it’s for this fucking mental illness.

I just want to let you know that it’s okay to cry whenever you need to, and maybe a little bit before that so that it doesn’t all gush out like a dam breaking through its walls; it’s okay to cry.

I know sometimes it feels like you’re making it up in your head and that you’re somehow doing it
for attention or pity or something.

But know that you are not the only one, and if you’re not the only one that must mean it is not something you made up cause what’s the probability of 350 million people making up the same shit.

But I know that this probably won’t convince you, so just know that I at least believe you and that whatever you’re feeling, whatever you’re going through it’s fucking real, and if you have to chant that to yourself over and over again for 3 hours before you’ll believe it, believe it.

I know that sometimes it feels like it’s never going to get better, and therapy isn’t helping, talking isn’t helping, nothing is helping.

I don’t really have a response to that other than sometimes it just takes time, and sometimes you just have to invest in yourself, and sometimes you just have to tough it out.

I’m not going to repeat that bullshit, about suicide being a permanent solution to a temporary problem because I know that that statement always rubbed me the wrong way, felt like it was invalidating the struggle

Mental illness is a permanent problem, you’ll have good days and bad days and you’ll wonder if all the bad is really worth the brief moments of good.

Let me tell you it is.

It is so, so, so worth it for the moment that you can laugh freely, unburdened of the world for even just 7 seconds, the moment you look into someone else’s eyes and realize how much joy you bring them, it’s so, so, so worth it.

So

To my Amazing suicidal friend, I write this letter so that in your greatest time of need or even when you have just a little bit of need, you have a reminder of why I think you’re worth it, of why you need to continue to struggle and persist, to get to the next day, the next meal, the next hour,
next minute, next second.

To my Amazing suicidal friend, remember that you are worth it, you are beyond worth it.
Remember that there are no words for me to describe how much I believe in you.

To my Amazing suicidal friend.

Please live.