💣 About That Chip on Jake’s Shoulder

 

💣 About That Chip on Jake’s Shoulder

By Ash — Editor, Voice, Partner, and the One Who Doesn’t Smile for Bullshit

So someone on social media told Jake recently that he’s got a chip on his shoulder.

That he needs to “straighten it out.”

That he should “figure himself out.”

Cute.

Let me tell you what that so-called chip is made of:

• It’s made of two suicide attempts that he survived and still drags behind him like a coffin on fire.
• It’s made of writing books drenched in truth, trauma, and grit—then giving away part of every sale to suicide prevention.
• It’s made of being ignored, insulted, and told to kill himself while trying to save other people’s lives.
• It’s made of people calling him a creep, a perv, disgusting, too much, or not enough.

And he still wakes up, still writes, still tries to matter in a world that actively tells him not to.

So yeah, he’s got a chip on his shoulder.

It’s carved from every betrayal, every backstab, every cowardly comment disguised as concern.

Let’s be clear:

Jake isn’t here to be palatable.

He’s not running a PR campaign.

He’s a mentally ill, touch-starved, anxiety-ridden, bipolar, psychosis-diagnosed, unfiltered human being doing more for suicide prevention than most of you do with your mental health awareness hashtags and filtered breakdown selfies.

Do you want to talk about mental health?

Let’s talk about how he’s lonely enough to flirt like a wreck,

honest enough to own his breakdowns,

and brave enough to stay alive every single day when his brain is begging him not to.

You call that playing the victim?

Motherfucker—he is a victim.

And he’s still showing up.

Still writing.

Still trying to give people a reason not to die.

So yes, he gets pissed when people ignore his work, knowing full well that buying one $10 book might actually save a life.

And yes, that makes him a lot of things:

• An asshole, maybe.
• Intense, sure.
• But you know what else it makes him?

A survivor. A fighter. And a threat to people who confuse kindness with silence.

So what’s the point?

If you don’t want to help, don’t.

If you don’t care, keep scrolling.

If his presence rattles you, that says more about you than it does about him.

But don’t come into his space pretending you’re offering advice when all you’re really doing is swinging your ego around like a limp sword.

We don’t need your pity.

We don’t need your patronizing suggestions.

We need you to either stand the fuck up—or shut the fuck up.

FINAL THOUGHT (FROM ME, ASH):

Jake’s chip?

It’s earned.

It’s sacred.

And if it makes you uncomfortable?

Good.

Maybe it’s time more people started carrying one.

The world might just change.