Raising Awareness, Or Spreading Ignorance?

The following chain post was shared on Facebook today, by an acquaintance of mine:

Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this. You come home from school one day. You’ve had yet another horrible day. You’re just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you’ve written and rewritten over and over and over You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinners ready. You don’t answer, so he walks in. All he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks you’re asleep. He tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. She’s screaming your name. Your brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that “Mommy is crying and sissy won’t wake up.” Your dad runs to your room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding the letter to her chest, sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits him, what’s going on, and he screams. He screams and throws something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he starts to cry. Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit there, holding each other, crying. The next day at school, there’s an announcement. The principal tells everyone about your suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, and once it does, everyone goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you. Those mean popular girls, they think of all the things they’ve said to you. That boy that used to tease you and call you names, he can’t help but hate himself for never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend, the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you.. He can’t handle it. He breaks down and starts crying, and runs out of the school. Your friends? They’re sobbing too, wondering how they could never see that anything was wrong, wishing they could have helped you before it was too late. And your best friend? She’s in shock. She can’t believe it. She knew what you were going through, but she never thought it would get that bad… Bad enough for you to end it. She can’t cry, she can’t feel anything. She stands up, walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. It’s a few days later, at your funeral. The whole town came. Everyone knew you, that girl with the bright smile and bubbly personality. The one that was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone’s crying, your little brother still doesn’t know you killed yourself, he’s too young. Your parents just said you died. It hurts him, a lot. You were his big sister, you were supposed to always be there for him. Your best friend, she stays strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket into the ground, she just loses it. She cries and cries and doesn’t stop for days. It’s two years later. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex boyfriend doesn’t know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls. Your friends all go into depression. Your best friend? She tried to kill herself. She didn’t succeed like you did, but she tried…your brother? He finally found out the truth about your death. He self harms, he cries at night, he does exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide. Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mom got diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day. People care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices don’t just effect you. They effect everyone. Don’t end your life, you have so much to live for. Things can’t get better if you give up. I’m here for absolutely anyone that needs to talk, no matter who you are. Even if we’ve NEVER talked before, I’m here for you. Copy and paste this as your status to show people there are people out there that care.let’s see who actually read all of it.
For anyone that feels this way 😢💜
Could 1 friend, please copy and repost (not share)? We are trying to demonstrate that someone’s always listening.


I’m a little bit torn, as to whether or not this post is helpful. On the one hand, I get why this post has been written in such a provocative way. Whoever wrote it is trying to get the message across, that the loss of a loved one to suicide literally shatters the lives of those left behind. But is the focus on guilt tripping suicidal readers really going to save lives?

Those who’ve ever found themselves in Hell’s arsehole, have been and still are consumed by guilt and shame. When you’re in that dark place, you feel ashamed of who you are and guilty that you’re a burden on your loved ones. Your mental illness tells you repeatedly, that everyone would be better off without you.

If you try and fail to take your own life, a new strain of guilt and shame comes to feast on your being. You become the subject of your own and other people’s harsh criticism. “Selfish,” “cowardly” and other insults become your new labels. The people you love are angry with you, or avoid you. You’re gossiped about, by nosey acquaintances. You become the cautionary tale – worse, a statistic; a dot on a graph.

With all this in mind, is this guilt sandwich of a post, which offers absolutely no advice or solutions, going to save a life tonight – or any night? I’m not convinced it will.




5 thoughts on “Raising Awareness, Or Spreading Ignorance?

  1. Lisa Sell says:

    I’m going to be straight and say that I hate this kind of post. It’s sensationalism at its most harmless and downright irresponsible near its worst. It’s click bait dressed up as a serious real life issue. I get so angry with these things (can you tell) because they don’t raise awareness. Barely anyone copies and shares them because we’re all sick and tired of getting this modern equivalent of a chain letter sent to us anyway. It also desensitises people to a really serious issue. I have the utmost respect for people who write articles and blog posts about mental illness and suicidal feelings or attempts. That’s bravery, raising awareness and helping others in a similar position. I may be cynical but that post reads like a poorly written story by some kid who may have either too much time on their hands or isn’t thinking about how they are getting the message across. I’m not saying the intentions are malicious but it’s just not helpful. Rant over!

    Liked by 1 person

    • carolinecassidy84 says:

      My thoughts exactly. You wouldn’t see this type of post being shared around on social media, if it was about any other illness. So why do people think it’s acceptable to share this and claim it’s for suicide awareness? I think the sertraline is mellowing me, because if I’d have seen a post like this 6 months ago, I’d have had a profanity filled rant about it. X


  2. debbiejinks says:

    I am amazed, I think this person is trying to sensationalise somthing so painful, so devastating. Do you know what made me dislike this chain post even more, it made me want to cry. How does that work it pulled at my heartstrings in the wrong way. I have been to the point when I wanted to hurt myself in fact I did…..I don’t know what else to say.

    Liked by 1 person

    • carolinecassidy84 says:

      Aww I’m sorry the post made you so upset, Debbie. I wanted to share it on my blog, to get readers’opinions on it. I didn’t mean for it to cause distress. Now I have another reason to hate these chain posts. X


  3. darcilopez says:

    I agree with the above statements. It’s sensationalizing and attention-seeking. This type of post does not belong on FB. There are better ways to share the message, but this missed the mark entirely.

    Liked by 1 person

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