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    "text": "Hi. I'll be ready to talk soon, I think. In the meantime.",
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          "alt": "First, I will not get into exactly what happened. I don’t want anything incredibly upsetting floating around out there that an offline loved one might stumble across somehow. And frankly, I don’t think talking about my struggle with mental illness needs to be overly harrowing or salacious, if that makes sense. This is more a “this is what’s been happening with me” thing than anything else. I didn’t want to do a string of Bluesky posts, because it might be long, and I can’t put a “Warning: talk of suicide” tag on every single one of them. \nI feel I should note that what I say here is me talking about myself. This is not a “this is how you should or shouldn’t deal with a loved one with mental health issues” thing. I can only speak for and about myself.\nAm I happy I’m still here? The answer is both yes and no. For the sake of honesty, though, more no than yes. This is not my first trip to this particular rodeo. The first trip I packed for but didn’t board the flight happened when I was 15. The first time the plane left the ground with me on it happened when I was about 18. There have been several other trips since then. I’ve never come back from any kind of depressive episode or its resulting fa-la-la thinking, “Fuck, yeah! Here comes the sun!” The world is still terrible (motherfucking duh), the people around me are going to tell me how sorry they are that I’m going through whatever I’m going through, just like they do every time this happens, and someone will make me a few cups of tea and pat my head. People will swiftly shut down discussions of my mental health, passing it off to professionals to avoid discomfort, thus leaving me to manage the situation as a person rather than just someone’s patient alone. Then finally, after a couple of months, the cycle will begin anew. I’ll admit – and I say this (mostly) without sarcasm - the predictability can be comforting. \nThis thing was originally much longer than it had any right to be. It went into a lot of unnecessary de…",
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