Neebler
Veteran
Hear me out.
I think by now most of us know what happened today. Whatever you felt about Byron, it's always a wakeup call when someone familiar to us takes their own life.
While Byron's death is really fucked and still strange to process right now, I couldn't help but find myself thinking about my community, our community, us. I thought a lot about what people are exposed to in this online environment. I thought about who we really are, pressing the keys and clicking our mice as we stare into the glow of our screens. Beyond the personas we show to others online, behind the things people say about us, behind how we present ourselves and perform in this big, virtual environment. Who are we outside of this niche, competitive slice of an MMORPG?
I thought about the things I've seen people type, the things I've heard people say. Some people try as hard as they can to harm, and others try as hard as they can to seem invincible, impervious to pain. In our drive to improve, to conquer, to become more important than our competition, we offer up our psychology and emotions to be slaughtered - or worse, lock them away to rot.
And all the while, we struggle in our own ways, feel our own pain and live with our own weaknesses. And in this world, we dare not hint at what they are, or how they may make us feel. To be vulnerable is to lose, and to lose is unacceptable. People will viciously defend their strengths, conceal their vulnerabilities to seem stronger than everyone else - to not give a fuck what anyone says, and to ridicule those who are affected by their words, further asserting their place in the hierarchy.
And thinking about that, this system that morphs us into these vessels of secret pain, where we perpetually feel hurt and suffering in isolation, that just makes me fucking sad.
Ultimately, we aren't a persona, a username, a score.
We are people.
We are people who experience trauma, and try to cope by inflicting trauma upon others. We are people who suffer from the pain we try so hard to conceal. We are people who desperately need to speak, to share the things that torment our minds every day, but struggle to get it out. Maybe we don't think that anyone would care. Maybe we are afraid of the optics, we've become too 'strong' to suddenly become vulnerable. We fear that our weaknesses will become weapons to be turned against us. If we seem fine, then we ARE fine. That's the lie we tell ourselves and the world.
So, here's what I'll say to all of you, to all of us:
It is okay to feel pain. It is okay to admit that we hurt, that we feel weak, abandoned, resentful, inferior, betrayed, that we dearly miss someone we've loved and lost. It is okay to admit that something someone said to you really fucked with your head. It is okay to admit that the anger we show towards others in the world may come from an anger towards ourselves. Our feelings are real, our feelings matter, and no one, no matter how much of a hard-ass they claim to be can take that truth away from you. In fact, it's a truth they likely grapple with themselves.
And furthermore, it is okay to express this pain to others. Everyone, no matter who they are, deserves someone who will listen to them. It can be a stranger, a friend, a family member, a therapist if you are able to get one.
I challenge you to feel. Feel your pain, accept that it is there, and that it's alright for it to be there. I challenge you to share it with someone you trust, someone who will listen, if not a therapist, then someone who will offer some of their time just to hear you out. And lastly, I challenge you to believe that no matter how fucked you think you are, or how fucked you think the world you live in is, that there is ALWAYS hope. There is so much complexity in life, moving parts that constantly change...and the potential for change is what makes hope possible.
If you aren't feeling like yourself, if you're having a hard time, don't feel ashamed. We make mistakes, we say and do bad things, but all people are flawed, even when we're at our best. We may never know what could have saved Byron, but please, if anyone reading this is feeling suicidal, don't fucking give up. Talk to someone, anyone. I'm not going to link the same old hotline for people to call when it's already too late. If you are hurting RIGHT NOW, find someone and fucking talk to them. And if you aren't feeling suicidal and know someone who might be, even if you just have the slightest hunch, give them a chance to let out their demons.
It can be as simple as:
"Hey, are you doing alright? Just checking in. If anything is bothering you I'm here to listen."
And if someone asks you these words, someone you trust enough to talk to, then be brave. Be real with yourself, be real about what you're feeling and let go of all these dumbass expectations about coming across as tough. Healing begins with pain. Sharing it, owning it, and working through it.
I'll even talk to you if you need someone to listen to you. I don't twink anymore, but I'll check my inbox on here when I can if you want to leave me a DM. I am obviously not a mental health professional, and ideally you should seek professional help. I can't promise that me listening to you nor the responses I give you will solve whatever is troubling you. But if you have absolutely no one who will listen to you, then I will, and everything you tell me will stay between us. I promise.
Maybe some of you know me and hate me. Maybe some of you have no fucking clue who I am. Maybe this is all a big tryhard essay or meaningless meme to you. All of that is fine. Whatever you think, I hope you're feeling alright today. And if you're not, please hang in there and strongly consider my words. You deserve to feel, you deserve help, and you are a person just like the rest of us.
Thank you.
- Neebs
I think by now most of us know what happened today. Whatever you felt about Byron, it's always a wakeup call when someone familiar to us takes their own life.
While Byron's death is really fucked and still strange to process right now, I couldn't help but find myself thinking about my community, our community, us. I thought a lot about what people are exposed to in this online environment. I thought about who we really are, pressing the keys and clicking our mice as we stare into the glow of our screens. Beyond the personas we show to others online, behind the things people say about us, behind how we present ourselves and perform in this big, virtual environment. Who are we outside of this niche, competitive slice of an MMORPG?
I thought about the things I've seen people type, the things I've heard people say. Some people try as hard as they can to harm, and others try as hard as they can to seem invincible, impervious to pain. In our drive to improve, to conquer, to become more important than our competition, we offer up our psychology and emotions to be slaughtered - or worse, lock them away to rot.
And all the while, we struggle in our own ways, feel our own pain and live with our own weaknesses. And in this world, we dare not hint at what they are, or how they may make us feel. To be vulnerable is to lose, and to lose is unacceptable. People will viciously defend their strengths, conceal their vulnerabilities to seem stronger than everyone else - to not give a fuck what anyone says, and to ridicule those who are affected by their words, further asserting their place in the hierarchy.
And thinking about that, this system that morphs us into these vessels of secret pain, where we perpetually feel hurt and suffering in isolation, that just makes me fucking sad.
Ultimately, we aren't a persona, a username, a score.
We are people.
We are people who experience trauma, and try to cope by inflicting trauma upon others. We are people who suffer from the pain we try so hard to conceal. We are people who desperately need to speak, to share the things that torment our minds every day, but struggle to get it out. Maybe we don't think that anyone would care. Maybe we are afraid of the optics, we've become too 'strong' to suddenly become vulnerable. We fear that our weaknesses will become weapons to be turned against us. If we seem fine, then we ARE fine. That's the lie we tell ourselves and the world.
So, here's what I'll say to all of you, to all of us:
It is okay to feel pain. It is okay to admit that we hurt, that we feel weak, abandoned, resentful, inferior, betrayed, that we dearly miss someone we've loved and lost. It is okay to admit that something someone said to you really fucked with your head. It is okay to admit that the anger we show towards others in the world may come from an anger towards ourselves. Our feelings are real, our feelings matter, and no one, no matter how much of a hard-ass they claim to be can take that truth away from you. In fact, it's a truth they likely grapple with themselves.
And furthermore, it is okay to express this pain to others. Everyone, no matter who they are, deserves someone who will listen to them. It can be a stranger, a friend, a family member, a therapist if you are able to get one.
I challenge you to feel. Feel your pain, accept that it is there, and that it's alright for it to be there. I challenge you to share it with someone you trust, someone who will listen, if not a therapist, then someone who will offer some of their time just to hear you out. And lastly, I challenge you to believe that no matter how fucked you think you are, or how fucked you think the world you live in is, that there is ALWAYS hope. There is so much complexity in life, moving parts that constantly change...and the potential for change is what makes hope possible.
If you aren't feeling like yourself, if you're having a hard time, don't feel ashamed. We make mistakes, we say and do bad things, but all people are flawed, even when we're at our best. We may never know what could have saved Byron, but please, if anyone reading this is feeling suicidal, don't fucking give up. Talk to someone, anyone. I'm not going to link the same old hotline for people to call when it's already too late. If you are hurting RIGHT NOW, find someone and fucking talk to them. And if you aren't feeling suicidal and know someone who might be, even if you just have the slightest hunch, give them a chance to let out their demons.
It can be as simple as:
"Hey, are you doing alright? Just checking in. If anything is bothering you I'm here to listen."
And if someone asks you these words, someone you trust enough to talk to, then be brave. Be real with yourself, be real about what you're feeling and let go of all these dumbass expectations about coming across as tough. Healing begins with pain. Sharing it, owning it, and working through it.
I'll even talk to you if you need someone to listen to you. I don't twink anymore, but I'll check my inbox on here when I can if you want to leave me a DM. I am obviously not a mental health professional, and ideally you should seek professional help. I can't promise that me listening to you nor the responses I give you will solve whatever is troubling you. But if you have absolutely no one who will listen to you, then I will, and everything you tell me will stay between us. I promise.
Maybe some of you know me and hate me. Maybe some of you have no fucking clue who I am. Maybe this is all a big tryhard essay or meaningless meme to you. All of that is fine. Whatever you think, I hope you're feeling alright today. And if you're not, please hang in there and strongly consider my words. You deserve to feel, you deserve help, and you are a person just like the rest of us.
Thank you.
- Neebs
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