Who unknowingly assisted you when you were on the edge? Share your story and let us know how they made a difference! 🤔🌟 #RandomActsOfKindness #positivity #helpingothers #supportsystem
Unsung Heroes
Have you ever been in a tough spot and received unexpected help from someone who didn’t even realize it? It’s amazing how small gestures can have a big impact on our lives. Share your #inspiring story with us!
Connecting Through Kindness
Sometimes, a simple smile or a kind word from a stranger can lift us up when we’re feeling down. It’s these moments of human connection that remind us we’re not alone in our struggles. Let’s celebrate those who have unknowingly been our guiding light in dark times.
– Have you ever received help from someone without them knowing the full extent of their impact?
– How did their actions make a difference in your life?
– What can we learn from these unexpected acts of kindness?
Join the conversation and spread some positivity by sharing your story! Let’s shine a spotlight on those who have helped us off the ledge without even realizing it. 🌈 #spreadkindness #gratitude #mentalhealthawareness
My mom dying. I can’t leave my dad and siblings alone. I just have to continue.
My current teachers/mentors.
A year ago, I was going through a really hard time; some people made it blatantly obvious that they hated me. Now, I am not going to sit here and say that I was 100% perfect in that situation, because I wasn’t. I know what I did wrong, and I’m still working on it. I have come a long way since then, but I still have a long way to go.
Anyway, these people bailed on me, talked really bad about me (not just “what the hell just happened” or general inquiries-I’m talking about things like not believing that I might have a mental disorder that kept coming up as inconclusive when I tested for it as a kid), making stuff up about me (goes hand in hand with the previous point), etc. A few good people helped me get through this part, but there’s more.
I also thought my career was at a dead end. I am a musician and already moved down into the middle band (when I was in the top band the year prior), which I could live with, but I had the worst parts just because of how things were scored. Which would have been do-able if not for the fact that I was waitlisted for grad school, as I didn’t get in anywhere with an acceptance. So I thought I deserved these bad parts. The icing on the cake was there was an awful GE that took over my life due to the workload-but that’s a separate issue.
So I just felt inadequate in all parts of my life and could barely see the good stuff. One of my dogs died during all this chaos, by the way. And I just wanted the pain to go away. I called a couple of friends to say goodbye, essentially, because I could not take it anymore. I felt lost and alone and inadequate, and I just wanted a way out.
Out of the blue, I get an email from the school I now attend saying that I got off the waitlist, and I was accepted. This is a very competitive school, and I was like, “okay, I’m going to grad school.”
One of my teachers knows this (idk if the other one does), but I’m really glad they accepted me. Oh, and I pretty much blocked out all those people that hated me, by the way. The trauma, pain and inadequacy is still in me, and could always be, but the people are pretty much gone.
The people who helped me off a ledge all know they did (and I’m grateful for them every day) so the one “who” that didn’t know was (and this is going to sound insane but it’s true) a large caterpillar.
The story: I was pretty severely depressed and suicidal and 2 years in it wasn’t getting any better. One day my mum asked me to prep and clean some Kangkung (water spinach) that she was going to cook later, which just meant separating the leaves from the stems in a particular way. I got to the end of the bag where all the fallen leaves were and were separating them to see which ones I could salvage as this whole bag was a lot dirtier than the ones I’d cleaned before for my mum. I then got to an oddly shaped, very thick leaf that was covered in gunk. Thinking it would just need a good clean I threw it into the good-leaves pile but the second it left my fingers my brain clicked – it was moving. That wasn’t a leaf.
It was a gigantic, overindulged green caterpillar that had been feeding off the kangkung for 2 days straight and had grown to the length of my hand. Also all that gunk it was covered in (and had covered the rest of the leaves in)? Either vomit or poop, and yes in that moment it was coming out of one of its ends.
The shock my body went into is one that I can’t describe. I’ve never picked up an insect before, let alone a caterpillar that large, and I was shaking all over. It was a weird reaction, one that I’d never had before as I never felt like I was scared of bugs/spiders/any creepy-crawly really. I couldn’t even bring myself to pick it up again to throw outside, I was that shaken.
But that shock that I went through was what made me realise that there was a part of my that actually wanted to live. It had been a long time since I reacted to anything that scared me, and the way my body reacted was no where near how I expected to react. Weirdly enough in that moment I felt like I could recover.
My ex tried to kill herself and I didn’t let her; I took her to the hospital. Now any suicidal ideation I dabble in feels hypocritical and embarrassing.
Used to be how my parents and family would take it (badly). I eventually stopped giving a damn about hurting them, since all they’d done was hurt me socially, mentally, and emotionally.
It was my little sister. Leaving her to live with the crap of my family alone–when I had to be her mother all her life to give her what she couldn’t get from them–would’ve been like condemning her life too. Family would have gone more to shit and taken it out on her, and she would have been truly alone. Found out she was constantly talking herself off the ledge too. We did it for each other. ❤️🩹
Honestly just some random guy from my athletics club.
Didn’t take much. I was just contemplating how to end things and was pretty adamant that no one would notice if I was gone.
He randomly walked passed and just said “Hi name, how’s it going?”.
Such a small thing but the timing was perfect and it set me to the realization that I wasn’t as invisible as I felt. It was by no means a cure all and was a long journey, but it was definitely a big pivot point from getting worse to getting better.
It wasn’t so much a person as it was a series of thoughts.
It was one of those beautiful bright sunny days with clear blue skies, and my first thought was that I’d never have the chance to experience the sun again.
The 2nd thought was of my mum and how she’d react upon finding me in the aftermath. I couldn’t do that to her. I couldn’t destroy her world to end mine, and now, 17 years later, i’m so glad I didn’t go through with it.
Me, Myself, and I.
Sadly.
A rabbit. Sounds weird af. I was going through a pretty rough time and was just thinking about driving my car off a ledge. I was crying while driving. Out of nowhere a pet rabbit just runs in front of my car. I stopped my car and the rabbit was just gone. I was so stunned I didn’t know what to do but it snapped me out of that feeling.
i’ve kind of gotten back to a bad place all over again currently, but my childhood dog really did save my life. got him when i was 11 and probably at some of the worst mental points in my life. the story of us getting him is really funny & cute, and he became my joy every single morning. i’d leave my room in the morning and he’d come up to me, tail wagging. helped a lot. he’s an old man now but he’s still my baby and i’d never leave him. he’s what has kept me going. i genuinely believe id be dead if we didn’t get him.