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TRAGICALLY, another 14 year old gay boy, Jamey Rodemeyer, has committed suicide after years of Homophobic bullying, on 9-08-11, months after making an, "It Gets Better," YouTube video: [link][link][link]
JUST HANG IN THERE AND IT WILL GET BETTER.
This is a MEMORIAL for all the boys and girls who are killing themselves, most from Bullying and Homophobia in School and in the home.
I show the faces of only a tiny fraction of the kids who have killed themselves. Many, but not all of these kids are Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual, Transgender, or Questioning. Others were Perceived as Gay, even if they were not Gay, and sometimes kids are simply called “Gay” as a method of bullying and harassment. Please look and see the faces of those now lost to us, beautiful spirits gone, but not forgotten. It is a horrendous waste. Researching this and writing this was very difficult and resulting in a lot of tears. There were so very many cases and I had to trim it down.
When I was 13 years old, I tried to kill myself, and then continued to experience Suicide Ideation past 18 years old. I survived, thrived, and found Love and Happiness.
Today, right now in America, Half (50%) of ALL BOYS who attempt or succeed in killing themselves, are Gay or Bisexual. If you include girls, 29% of ALL CHILDREN who attempt or succeed in killing themselves, are Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual, Transgender or Questioning. 85% of all GLBTQ kids have thought seriously about committing suicide.
The Social world of School, and the lack of Freedom and Independence of being under 18, will all go away once you turn 18 and graduate from School.
If any of you are feeling the need to talk to someone about your Depression and suicidal thoughts, feel free to SEND ME A NOTE.
The TREVOR PROJECT is for helping Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual, Transgender, and Questioning YOUTH. It is anonymous and safe.
TOLL FREE 24 HOUR HOTLINE 1-866-488-7386 [ 866 4-U-TREVOR] The TREVOR website [link] has many resources.
TrevorSpace [link]is a social networking site for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and questioning youth ages 13 through 24 and their friends and allies.
Daniel Radcliff, who plays HARRY POTTER, is a passionate supporter of the Trevor Project, and has done video spots and donated a lot of money. He talks about it here:[link]
To see videos of other GLBTQ people who survived to find a much better life, check out the
When I was newly 13 years old, I tried to kill myself by climbing over a chain-link fence on a Freeway overpass. I was almost over it when a passing motorist stopped his car, jumped out and dragged me off the fence. My mother swore me to secrecy, out of shame, and never offered to talk about it or get me any help.
I did not know what "Gay" meant, but by age 11 I had noticed that I was attracted to boys the way I was supposed to be attracted to girls. At age 12, I fell in-love with Anton Wild, an exchange student from the UK, then he had to go home and I was crushed. I was an Altar boy wanting to be a priest. Then our priest told us boys that, "Boys who are physically attracted to other boys are an abomination in the eyes of God, doomed to burn for an eternity in the everlasting fires of Gahanna." I was repeatedly praying to God to please make me 'Normal.' I could not understand it, I was a good boy, how could I be doomed for something that was not even my choice? It ended up shattering my spirituality, setting me adrift and alone.
My suicide attempt at age 13 was not my only one. Besides being Gay, I am also Autistic. Back then, people simply called you mentally retarded, idiot, stupid, spastic, etc. I was being physically abused almost every day by my older twin brothers. I came close to killing myself at age 16 (up to planning it). I remained very depressed and engaged in suicide ideation until I was 18.
I entered a Maritime Academy (Not military) at age 18, where you had to arrive two weeks early for nothing but hazing. One-third of the incoming class is typically lost in those first two weeks. After the first two days, I was ready to kill myself on Friday, the only time there would be opportunity. Wednesday night, sitting around with the guys in my division, I suddenly realized that these guys seemed to actually like me and accept me, something I had never felt before, and in an instant everything changed and the constant hazing became tolerable. Those guys became my new family. The daily regimentation worked well with my Autism and I managed to graduate number one with an accredited Degree in Engineering and a License to sail on ships.
I still had this horrible secret in me, knowing that if they found out, not only would I be summarily outcast, I might actually be killed. For the 17 years that I went to the Academy and then went to sea for a living, I lived with the fear of discovery, loss of career, and the possibility of being tossed over the side of the ship, something that was sometimes done.
When I was 24, it became too much, the hiding, the lying to people I loved, the internalized homophobia, the fear, and I sat on my bed with the barrel of a gun in mouth. I could not imagine coming-out to anyone. As I sat there, my younger sister popped into my head and I wondered if she might accept me, and decided to at least try to come-out to her, and if she rejected me, then I would die. She totally accepted me and said that my being Gay made no difference to her. It was like the weight of a mountain had lifted off of me.
When I was 34, I retired from going to sea and wrote around 50 or so letters to my closest shipmates, coming-out to them about my being Gay. I mailed the letters on my way home from my last ship. When I got home, my partner of 6 years was in the process of leaving me for another guy, and he told me that he had been cheating on me every time I went to sea. My Autism kept me very isolated when I was not at sea, and I basically lived through my partner and his friends. My life centered on taking care of him and pleasing him.
Letters started to arrive from the 50 or so shipmates I came-out to. It was horrible. There were death-threats and about two-thirds of the letters were Hate-filled, "I hope you get AIDS and die and agonizing death," "Disgusting Faggot," "Burn in Hell," "You don't deserve to live," and others far too vile for me to write here. The other third of the letters were very supportive and nice, but the horror of the hate letters was too much for me. These were supposed to be my best mates, my friends.
I tried to get through it all, but one night it became too much and I tried to gas myself in my car. The only thing that saved me was that I had taken some of my ex-partners sedatives to help me drift-off in the car, and I had an allergic reaction to them, waking up violently vomiting, which propelled me out of the car. I asked myself again if there was anyway I could keep living like this, and the answer was still "No." But I did wonder if there was any way to fundamentally change my life. It seemed very unlikely, but I decided I needed to at least try, if not for me, for those who cared about me. I called a SUICIDE HOT LINE.
I finally got the help I needed to overcome depression and started working to overcome the worst effects of my Autism. Life became very good. I made a lot of friends, learned how to dance, and met my partner of over 20+ years now. What it took was my courage to reach-out for help and the courage and determination to work on my issues.
I wish that I had reached-out for help long before, instead of waiting until I hit rock bottom, almost dying in the process. Part of the problem than was that most people knew very little about mental health issues back then, and I was raised believing you had to solve your own problems and never talk about them.
I hope you can see the message of HOPE here. Once I got help, I committed myself completely to getting better, and in about 3 months I was feeling much better, and in about 6 months I was actually having fun and enjoying life a bit. In a year my life was completely turned around and I was healthy enough to recognize Greg as the love of my life.
When you are DEPRESSED, it is hard to reach-out to others because depression is very isolating. Depression also twists and distorts your thinking. Depression will tell you that you will never get better that no one cares that you are unloved, and on and on—and it is all a LIE. You CAN overcome depression. Talk to someone, get help. Life can be Wondrous, but you may have to reach for it and work for it.
Thank you again for posting this. I know I've already commented on this piece, but I need to do so again, as Day of Silence comes creeping closer.
This is well put-together, with pictures, names, ages, and dates. It is so very helpful. The only critique that I would have is that there are some grammatical and spelling errors, and I understand that it's not easy to catch every one. If you ever need help editing and revising a piece, let me know, and I can give it a quick look.
Again, thank you so much. Have a lovely, wonderful day.
Great piece over all. I loved how the impact of your story brought more to the piece and how you added your pictures. I do feel the need to say that I feel the pictures of the victims and their stories on the piece seem to just be there rather than make the left more white - making colors of the piece battle each other for page room. I love how you pieced all the stories and would love to see the next six pages as the piece tells. Other than the picture/page battle i spoke about, I see that you can make a change in someones life.
I'm only openly Bi-Gray Asexual on online, not ready to tell my story or come out, but this piece gives me hope that one day I will be able to fully come out. KEEP MAKING MORE PIECES LIKE THIS!
Reading about how you attempted suicide when you were just thirteen choked me up, I first started attempting suicide when I was around that age, twelve, and continued to about four/five times during then and now. It's only been about a year and a half, so things still aren't that much better for me, but reading your story really inspired me to reach out help for myself.
So thanks for posting this. Because now I feel like I'm going to actually try to help myself and beat my depression.
Hi. You are most welcome. Please feel welcome to send me a DA Note, which is completely private and confidential. I have been working to help people with depression, anxiety, anger, physical, emotional and sexual abuse, rape, sexual identity issues, and other issues for some 22 years. The last five years I have been working almost exclusively with youth. It can really help to have someone to talk to who is non-judgmental, who can directly relate to what you are feeling, and who cares. I suffered with depression for 34 years, and I would hate to see you lose so much of your life to that same thing.
I hope you saw the TREVOR Toll-Free Hotline and web page I listed on the teen suicide deviation. It was created for Sexual Minority Youth, but it is open to ALL youth who call. They do not have caller ID, so it keeps your call completely anonymous. You can call just to talk about problems, or especially if you are feeling like cutting yourself or killing yourself. [TOLL FREE 24 HOUR HOTLINE 1-866-488-7386, and the Trevor Web site: [link] ]
Also, check out the IT GETS BETTER Video Project [link] to here from thousand of others how life gets better after you get out of school. But I would rather see you happy long before then.
Here are two deviations of mine to help you with your depression:HAPPINESS, Fulfillment & Contentment [link] A PATH TO HAPPINESS (out of Depression) [link]What I can tell you is that if I had died at age 13, 16, 18, 24, and 34, I would have missed-out on some amazing love and good times in my life. I never even knew that experiencing joy and happiness was possible for me. My life was completely turned around. Death may end pain and suffering, but it also ends all other possibilities.
I can tell you that the suffering you are feeling now will help you a lot later. How can you appreciate goodness if you have never experiences badness? How can you fully appreciate love, until you have lost it? How can you appreciate warmth, unless you have been freezing? Suffering allows you to better appreciate and enjoy the good things in life. The deeper into the pit you fall, the higher you can later soar high above.
Right now, you look at the misery of your life, then look forward at the future, and maybe only see the same misery for the rest of your life. You may never have even experience unbridled joy, deep love or an exuberance for life. So, you have nothing to look forward to. All of that can be yours, at least for periods of time. No one is ever happy all the time. Life is up and down for the vast majority of humans. Some of us may go a lifetime and never see but a few ups, due to depression. But please take it from me, depression can be overcome. I actually got over the worse of my depression in 3 months, and in 6 months my life was completely changed for the positive. This was after almost succeeding in killing myself, and after having my partner of 6 years leave me, and two-thirds of shipmates hatefully rejecting me when I came-out to them. So I was pretty deep in the pit.
I can also tell you that once I got out of High School, life got much, much better for me, although low-grade depression, with occasional dips into deep depression, stuck with me. School is an artificial environment completely different from real life. After graduating from HS, I actually went to a Merchant Marine Academy (not military, but looks like it), pushed there by my father, and had to go through an initial week of continuous hazing (like boot camp). I planned on killing myself with a flare gun I spotted on the bridge of the ship, but would not have access until Sunday. But then the unexpected happened. The guys completely accepted me and even liked me. Months before, in High School, the same guys would have made life much worse for me. Anyway, if you have an interest, I could tell you the fuller story.
I finally got some help after barely surviving my last suicide attempt at age 34. I decided to give life one more shot and put everything I had into trying to overcome both my depression and the worst of my Autistic challenges. If I then failed, I could die with a clearer conscious. No matter what you may think in depression, if you choose to die, you will cause suffering behind you. Death is final—there are no more possibilities for you after that. Suffering is not so bad when you know that it will eventually pass and life will get much better.
Depression distorts who you are. There are chemical changes in the brain that distort how you think and feel. The depressed version of who you are is not the real you. By doing some cognitive and behavioral self-therapy, you can overcome depression and correct your brain chemistry. But remember that if you have been depressed for a couple of years, with negative thoughts constantly repeating in your brain every day, which is what programs your brain into a depressive pattern. It therefore takes a big effort to reprogram your brain into a positive state-of-mind.
I found that when you are depressed, you ooze negativity and do not attract good people to you. When I overcame my depression and was having a grand time, I was getting asked-out around 3 times a week. We project how we feel. I then met the man who has been my partner for 23 years.
If you walk, stand and sit slumped in negativity, looking downward most of the time, this projects negative energy to those around you, who often interpret this as you being a 'loser,' and unfortunately can be like an invitation to bullies to, "Kick me." Even if you are very depressed, you can still force a smile, stand taller and try to engage with others around you. In psychology, we know that if you push yourself to act like you are a happier person, it actually helps the brain shift to a happier mode.
Basically, the more you think and behave negatively, the more depressed your brain gets and the more negativity the brain then produces. You can change how your brain works by changing how you think and act.
You can start your road to recovery by forcing yourself to start watching for negative thoughts percolating up into your conscious mound, then STOPPING the thought, not wallowing in it, and replacing it with a positive thought. Yes, this is a pain in the ass to do, but necessary to get better. For example, if you see the thought, "My life Sucks," bubble up into your mind, stop the thought and refute it, reminding yourself of the positive things (which is where I and others can help you).
Depression FEEDS on isolation and causes isolation. Push yourself to get more socially involved, try to make more freinds (e can talk about how to do that), maybe volunteer for charity, join a club, etc. Laughter and social connections release endorphins in the brain, which make you feel good.
Doctors give-out antidepressant like candy, but they are actually very dangerous for teenagers and can actually trigger suicide, so if you are on one, be sure to watch for any changes. Drugs are very missed. Antidepressants cannot make you feel good. What they do is flatten out your emotions, both bad and good emotions. They are only meant to help give you enough ambition and energy (pull you out of the deep-end), so that you can do the cognitive and behavioral therapy to overcome depression. You can take antidepressant drugs all your life, and still have low-grade depression the ant ire time, never feeling really bad, but also never feeling really good.
If you are very depressed and suicidal, and you cannot motivate yourself to work on overcoming your depression, then a drug might help in the short term.
If you see a professional counsellor or psychologist, remember than many of them do what we call 'churning,' which means dragging your treatment out indefinitely to keep collecting money for years. If you go to a counselor, tell him or her that you want to be proactive and work on getting over your depression as fast as possible, and want homework to do each day. If all you do is see your shrink once a week and talk about what happened that week, you won't make any progress.
I wish you all the best that life and love can bring you. Again, feel free to Note me if you want help working on your depression, or just to talk. All the best,
I thank you kindly for the advice, I did read through it all and I'm more than grateful to start the road to recovery with words and guides to follow! Also, I will be keeping those Hotlines and projects in mind, and in case I ever forget their names/numbers, I haven't nor will I remove this particular message from my DeviantArt messages and I have them written down.
You are most welcome. I know how gender identity can be a tremendous stress, especially 'if' you feel driven to get reassignment treatment/surgery. It really helps to hold onto your dream and goal. I went through 17 incredibly difficult years of an Academy and going to sea. I survived because I had a dream to save enough money to retire-on for life, and then devote my life to volunteer work. I finally got there by age 34. I worked really hard in school and in my job, and stuck to a reasonable budget. After only 13.5 years of employment, I reached my goal.
Yes, it is incredibly sad. In your country this is not as common as in the United States. Young people in school can make a huge difference in saving lives. You can try to talk to someone who seems isolated and/or sad and depressed for many days.
A study was done in the United States on Bullying. But the most amazing finding was that if just one student speaks out to stop a boy or girl being bullied, then other kids usually join with that person to stop the bullying. It takes courage to do this, because you are afraid of becoming the next target of bullying. Bullies usually only bully if they feel they are supported by other kids around them. Bullies go after kids they feel are more vulnerable and less likely to fight back. Interestingly, it is also common for bullies to be victims of bullying at home.
I did not get bullied for being Gay (too many girls chasing me around). I got bullied for being Autistic. I got beat-on, pushed around, kicked, called a retard, moron, spaz (as in spastic) and so on. I was very uncoordinated and could not play sports well, so even the coaches in Physical Education called me names.
I also faced deep discrimination from the Catholic Church who said that I was an Abomination in the eyes of god and would burn in hell for eternity, just for being born Gay. I tried to Kill myself at age 13, by jumping off a Highway overpass, only to have some man grab my feet as I was going over. I came close to suicide again at ages 16 and 18, and thought about dying every single day for about 5 years.
When you are bullied, adults tend to blame you for being bullied, like it is your fault for not being able to stand up to the bullies. After the Columbine school killings, some schools created programs to help kids cope with being bullied, rather than trying to stop bullying.
American schools are basically socially structured around bullying. Often this bullying is subtle. For example, excluding a girl from invitations, from sitting with other girls at lunch, stuffing nasty attack notes in her locker, online attacks on your Facebook page, spreading false rumors around, and on and on.
What I can tell you, and I hope you will others, is that it really does get better after school. School is often a false and sick environment for many. Once you graduate, it changes. I went into a Merchant Marine Academy (not military), expecting even worse bullying, but to my surprise, I got complete acceptance from the same guys who six months ago would have been bullying me in school. Life got much, much better for me. I also felt that I would never be able to find love, but once out of school, I found love…
It does not look like any of the kids I presented in the deviation were Emo, but with the many thousands of kids killing themselves each year, some of them are bound to be. If anything, my guess would be that being Emo might allow a person to express their emotions better and connect to others within their group better, which would tend to help prevent suicide, but then I don’t know much about Emos. Emos were not a clique, group or classification that existed when I was in school. There were Jocks, Nerds, Geeks, Normals, and those rejected by all (me). Although I grew up Gay, I was actually victimized for being Autistic, both at home and at school.
I personally do like the labeling of people. We all do it constantly in our society to some degree, but most people seem to see only the labels. For example, you could say I am a 57-year-old Gay married man. This would convey a fir amount of information, yet that information will mean very different things to different people, from good to disgusting. While I am 57, a man, and Gay, these things do not define who I am as a human being. I w as labeled by a State as being Mentally Retarded, and when I was in High School, another State that said I was not intelligent enough for college. Yet I got my 4-year Engineering Degree in 3 years and graduated number one in my class, then did so well that I could retire for life at age 34.
Our society wants to pigeonhole each person in fixed known slots. If a young person says that he or she is a Goth or Emo, how much does that really tell you about who that person is inside? I say not very much at all. Why do both youth and adults want to label themselves so badly, as well as others? I keep seeing young people trying to label themselves by their sexual orientation, and the more exotic sounding the better, like Pansexual, Amoeba, Biromantic, Cisgendered, Genderqueer, Homoflexibility, and on and on.
Fear of the unknown is about the most powerful of all fears. Being young and not knowing who you are yet can feel scary. Labels can lend you a temporary identity or to give you status. There is an innate desire to identify yourself in some way, such as by association, like saying, “I am an environmentalist.” Humans also want to label others and make them a “Known Value.” Others can label you to put you down. Why do people desire to put others down so much? The reason is that it makes some people feel better about themselves if they tear others down. If you cannot lift yourself up, then tears others down so that you can feel superior to them.
Labels have whatever power we as individuals and as a society give them. In other words, someone can call me a Faggot in a disparaging voice, but it has no power over me unless I let it. Someone once shouted at me, “Fucking Queer,” and I shouted back, “Every chance I get.” Another time someone called me a “Fag,” and I said, “Thanks, it’s wonderful isn’t it?” People have no idea how to respond to that. At Equator Crossing, I was dragged (near unconscious) before King Neptune’s Court and had my crimes read to me, which were, “You are an Average Raiser & Curve Breaker” (Grading Curves). I shouted out, “GUILTY, AND PROUD OF IT.” Alas, they made a mess of me after that. Labels can be thrown at you, but it is up to you how you catch them and reply to them.
If a Society says there are only two Genders, and some people get together and show that they are a Third Gender, then society can try to exert its power and refuse to recognize the Third Gender, but those of the Third Gender can EMPOWER THEMSELVES with a new label.
Labels can also hurt you, shatter you, or destroy you, or they can empower you, give your pride, courage and sense of belonging. It is all a matter of how labels are used and received.
What we do that is very wrong in our society is to look at people, make assumptions, and then assign a label to them. If you see that someone is Muslim, you may make huge false assumptions about that person. In my generation, if a person was labeled as a Fag or Queer, it meant (to them) that you were a pervert, child molester, promiscuous slut, drug addict, alcoholic and an evil blight of society. You can look at a person shabbily dressed and living on the street and make horribly wrong assumptions about that person. Street kids become invisible and people look right through them, labeling them as non-entities.
On the ships I sailed, when I was a Third Engineer (lowest officer rank) everyone treats you like an idiot and with no respect. On one ship, the Second Engineer got off and I was jumped-up to Second Engineer and was suddenly treated much, much better. Two months later a more senior guy came on board and I was bumped back to Third, and was again treated like crap again, by the same people who treated me better just the day before.
CONCLUSION: We are what we are. Some things about us we can change, like being a more honorable person, while there are INHERENT things about that we cannot change, like the gender of our brains and our sexual orientation. Learn to Accept and Love that which is Inherent in you, and find the will and courage to Improve those parts of you that you can change.
And I totally get that, I'm a 13 year old and I was constantly bullied for being bisexual and "emo" and took my anger out on my family, even threatening to hurt my siblings. Now, I too understand the positive side of labels, but I was more referencing to the stereotype of "Oh, a teenage suicidal, that's like an emo kid, right?" Which is insulting to both the emo subculture and anyone labeled that (be it by themselves or not) Anyway, this deviation is great, and means alot to me because of my Grandfather, who couldn't be helped in time. Kudos to that crazy long comment, and keep up the good work. (:
My comments tend to be long, so thanks for reading it. Sorry to hear about your Grandfather. When I was 13, I tried to kill myself [link]. I was saved by a man who grabbed my feet as I was going over the edge. I came close again at age 16 and 18. I had the barrel of a gun in my mouth at age 24 and only survived at age 34 due to a severe allergic reaction to sedative I took to help the process of dying. It was then that I finally found help me to overcome the worse of my Autism challenges and depression. I grew up being physically abused for 16 years, isolated, Autistic, and Gay in the 1950s to 1970s, when my own mother felt I was better dead than a ‘disgusting pervert’.
People have asked me how you can kill yourself and cause so much pain to those you leave behind, like you are a bad person for doing it. The answer is very easy, it is called depression, a disease which can be deadly. You are not yourself anymore when depressed, your brain chemistry changes, your thinking is no longer logical, you don’t see options or possibilities, and it makes you want to isolate yourself and not contact anyone.
Society makes suicide a crime and Christianity makes it a sin. Both society and churches do a great injustice to those who are suicidal. It is an attitude totally lacking compassion and is based in ignorance. In Christianity, they say that if you are in despair and want to die, then you lack faith in God, and are therefore in sin and will be forever damned to hell for killing yourself. You are not even permitted to be buried in a Christian graveyard. I hear people say that suicide is a selfish act, and such statements are made by those angry about someone who committed suicide and cause pain.
There is nothing selfish or sinful about suicide at all, it is the result of an ILLNESS of the brain, called depression. Sometimes you have no power over it. When I was 34, I thought I was recovering pretty well from some terrible things that happened to me. Then late one night I found myself going through the motions of suicide. I was not consciously thinking. I was like a robot or zombie and felt detached and watching from the outside. I had no “woe-is-me” thoughts, no saying I want to die. I did not call anyone because the thought never occurred to me. Then I watched myself turn the key, then drift off. I suddenly woke up vomiting violently, which saved my life. By the time I cleaned everything up, I was thinking and feeling again, thinking about my sitters and owing them a last chance.
When you talk of your Grandfather, I sounds like it is with compassion. By now you know how painful life can get at times. It is your connections to those you love, hope and faith that things will get better that help you survive the bad times. But depression robs you of all of those things. Kids are especially vulnerable because they have no life experience or evidence that life WILL get better.
If you know what to look for, you can help save a life. Notice those around you and notice when you see isolation, negative changes and other signs of depression. Then have the care and courage to try to connect with him or her. Sometimes it takes very little to make a big difference, and if not, at least you tired.
I can promise you this, when you graduate from High School, life will change dramatically, almost always for the better. The world that you know in school is artificial and not like real life. When I went into the Merchant Marine Academy, they guys who would have made life miserable for me just a few months before in HS, now fully accepted me and became friends with me.
Much of bigotry is based in ignorance, and in this case, people making those comments about Emos are doing so in ignorance. It is also so much easier to put down people you see as objects instead of human beings (objectification). It is easy to put-down or hate Blacks, Queers, Jews, Muslims, Emos, etc. If they get to know a person in the group they objectify, then those people can now be seen as actual human beings, and it is harder discriminate against people, compared to one of THEM, one of those Jews or Muslims. Education about groups being discriminated against really helps. Like most Americans are down on Muslims, but they know almost nothing about them, other than the behavior of some Arabic Muslims. Many people like to target other groups because it makes them feel superior to those people.
I have two other deviations you might find of interest:HAPPINESS, Fulfillment & Contentment [link] A PATH TO HAPPINESS [link]If you ever have any questions or need to talk to someone, please feel free to Note me. All the best,
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