It's that time again, folks. 2016 sincerely sucks, and if you're an American you may struggle to find something to be thankful for this year. But, if you're reading this it means you're alive. It means you have the freedom to use the internet. It means you have the freedom to read a shit blog, which is updated (at best) a handful of times a year (thank you, by the way, for reading). This year may have sucked donkey dong, but at least you're still alive. You're alive and you can fight on. Drink your gin and tonica, and smoke your marijuanica. That might be a different holiday. I dunno. Overarching message...be fat and happy, and revel in your freedom.
That may be a tall order for some folks. In the wake of the recent election, I know some humans are feeling...well, less than human (which sucks). If you aren't one of these folks, then fight for someone who is. If you are one of the oppressed masses, there are people willing to help.
A long-perpetuated myth says that the suicide rate spikes during the holiday season. I'm no therapist. I can't verify or deny that (though the CDC seems to say otherwise). What I do know is that depression sucks. I know that life is hard. I know life can be downright shit. But I also know that if you're drawing breath, you have hope. If you have a pulse, you have a chance. If you're alive you have potential. If you're feeling like you have no alternatives, if you feel like you have to or want to end your life, please reach out. Contact the National Suicide Hotline via the web or by phone at 1-800-273-8255. Or you can reach out to me. I'm no professional. I'm not trained to handle or de-escalate a suicidal situation. But, I will listen. Please know that you're not alone.
And if you're doing alright, keep an eye on those who might not be. If you see something, SAY something. Talk to your friends. Talk to your loved ones. Hell...talk to a stranger.
Stay awesome, friends...and be awesome to each other.