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The Real Life Of Barbie And Ken
Son, I work in psychiatry and this is still the most damn disturbing thing that I’ve ever seen.
This is so cool
Well that escalated quickly
I know I don’t have many followers, but if it isn’t too much to ask I would like for everyone to just take a second to read my story. The pictures above are a summary of my life the past two years. From my first date with Christian, to my first and only prom with him, to finding out I was pregnant and starting our family. As you can see the past two years have sort of been a roller coast ride for me, with plenty of ups and downs. But I can easily say they were the best two years of my life. There are a few dates I will never forget, starting with February 26th, 2012. That was the day me and christian officially started our relationship. The next date is July 11th, 2012. The day I found out I was approximately 7 weeks pregnant. January 12th, 2013, the day we moved into our little house. Then February 13th, 2013. The day my son, Noah Clark Carden came into the world. I’ll never forget June 8th, 2013, the day Christian was taken to jail (just a minor probation violation), and July 23rd, 2013, the day he was released. After that, the dates are all kind of just a blur and a flash of good memories. Until, October 30th, 2013. That is the night Christian died. I found him, he had committed suicide. I stayed by his side until the ambulance arrived, but he had no heart beat. I followed them to the hospital and as soon as they resuscitated him and he was stable they allowed me in his room. At first I sat by his side holding his hand, and I just cried. He was breathing on his own through a tube, and a machine was doing most of the work for his heart. Just when I lost all hope one of the nurses told me, “You know you can talk to him, right? Hearing is always the last thing to go in a situation like this”. So I did, I told him many things. Countless times I told him how much I loved him. How much me and Noah needed him. That if he would just fight for me, and come back, that God would give us another chance to do things right and to be a family. I just went on and on, and when I looked up, his eyes were half open and he was crying. Tears streaming down his face. That’s when I knew.. he wasn’t going to be able to come back to me, and he knew it too. But I stayed there, I stayed by his side until they called his death and removed the machines. And for an additional two hours I sat there with my head on his chest, and I played with his hair because that was his favorite thing. I stayed until the nurses said it was time to go, I looked at him, whispered I love you, kissed him on the forehead, and I walked out. Christian suffered from depression, but not a lot of people knew that because he never reached out to anyone. He had stopped his antidepressants, but he didn’t let anyone know. He truly felt that if he died nobody would miss him, that we were all better off without him.. well he was wrong. But he couldn’t help that he felt this way, he was sick. People don’t understand how severe a mental illness can be just because you cannot see it. So this post has two messages in it. ONE, if you are depressed and you feel like you have no purpose, like you are not loved, well you are WRONG. There are many people out there that will be affected and deeply hurt to lose you. Christian didn’t realize that until it was too late. And two, if you are having suicidal thoughts… reach out to someone.. anyone. You can even message me day or night, and I will talk if you want to talk, or listen if you want me to listen. Don’t keep things hidden, and don’t feel embarrassed, scared, or ashamed.. please. You are not unwanted, you are not any different, you are depressed, and there is a cure. I would give anything to go back and tell Christian all of this, why I waited until it was too late… I dont know. And I will never forgive myself. So don’t make that mistake. Life is too short to spread hate, to hold grudges, to cut ties. Instead forgive, spread love, and find happiness. Christian always told me how much he loved to make other people happy, and it was true. I can’t name all the favors that were left unreturned.. but he didn’t care. He did it for the joy of making someones day. He was such a people pleaser, if he couldn’t make somebody happy, he felt like he had failed. What he didn’t understand is that it wasn’t his responsibility to make others happy, but he took on the challenge anyways. When other people were hurting, Christian took in their pain as his own. Everyday took a toll on him, to the point where the pain was unbearable. But you would have never known if you met him. He would flash that smile and release every bit of happiness he had until he had none left. I know it seems cliche, but it is true. Reblog this to spread Suicide Awareness. If my story can help save just one life, well then I will feel accomplished. And if Christian knew he started something to inspire others, to bring someone to reach deep down inside and find their own inner happiness, and give them a reason to live, well then he would feel accomplished too. So please, help me do this for him. I may not have worded this exactly how I wanted to, or got everything out, but I think I did the best I could at this point.
This made me cry
This is heavy. I want you to know my heart is with you as well as with your child. Tears running down my own I as read this. Being that I too suffered depression, and still go through it. But I’ve attempted suicide before thinking the same thing. And if it weren’t for two of my friends and a sudden blurt out on Twitter, I wouldn’t be able to write this to you. I will always keep you, Christian and your son in my heart. And you three will be part of the reason I will live. If I can do anything for you, I will.
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They should make an animated short where Sully is an old monster and spent the remainder of his life after scaring remaking Boo’s door. When he finally finishes the door he goes back to Monsters Incorporated and places it in a door slot. The light turns on and Sully opens the door to find Boo’s room. He shuffles in and stands next to the bed. There is a girl in it, but it isn’t Boo. Sully frowns and starts heading back to the door. However before he could reach it he trips and falls creating a loud thud and waking the girl. The girl looks down at Sully and is terrified. She does not scream she just runs out of the room. Sully can not get up, he is to weak to lift himself. Minutes later the girl returns with a women in hand. The women lets go of the girls hand and covers her mouth as she gasps. She runs over to Sully and lifts his head up and looks at him with tears in here eyes. “Kitty?” She asks. Sully smiles and says “Hi Boo.” He watches the tears roll down her face as he begins to drift away. Then everything goes black.
slow down satan
Okay I didn’t need my heart.
Are you taking notes Pixar or?
the devil is among us
Guys if Pixar actually sees this and makes it I better get some credit. Oh and for all you wondering why he had to rebuild the door cuz at the end of the movie it was fixed the reason is because there would be a flash back to after sully left boos room at the end of the movie and shut the door the door crumbled and was unable to be rebuilt so he had to start from scratch
this literally killed me a little on the inside.
This is one of my favorite posts because that cat’s fucking name is fucking meatloaf
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FILE THIS UNDER #HOW TO PARENT
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YES THANK YOU
THANK YOU OMG you can be powerful and look cutie ok!
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"Paint War Engagement Session"
oh my fucking god i can’t even take how cute this is
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Eris is my kind of lady.
Thee names Pamelaa, Sweetheart [;