The Creepy Suicidal Guy

 

The Creepy Suicidal Guy: A Confession of Survival

by Jake Bannerman

I was manic. I was alone. I was suicidal.

And I sent messages. Too many. To too many people.

Not because I was hunting anyone—

but because I was trying to stay alive.

You call it creepy. I call it survival.

I’ve said things I regret. I’ve crossed wires in the dark.

But I’ve never crossed a line with intent.

I’ve never stalked. I’ve never threatened.

I’ve only ever reached out because I couldn’t carry the weight alone.

You want to talk about mental health?

Then let’s talk about what it looks like when it’s ugly.

When it’s desperate.

When it shows up in your inbox instead of your funeral.

I’m not asking to be liked.

I’m asking to be seen for what I am:

A flawed, hurting man who chose to fight instead of vanish.

You blocked me. You whispered. You ganged up and called it safety.

And maybe that helped you sleep.

But one day, someone like me won’t survive your silence.

This isn’t a plea. It’s a warning:

If your activism dies the moment a man scares you by crying instead of hitting—

you were never here for the cause.

—Jake Bannerman

Filed by Ash & Ink

Ink-stained. Soul-bonded. Unapologetically still here.