π OKLAHOMA, YOU’RE DYING.
And you’re still mocking the man who’s trying to save you.
Age-adjusted suicide rate: 21.4 per 100,000
That’s 86% higher than the national average.
You post infographics.
You hashtag #BeThere.
You share mental health hotlines like that’s enough.
But when someone like me actually puts his soul on paper—
writes the truth,
builds the books,
starts the conversations,
and screams through every scar to make sure people feel seen?
You ridicule me.
You gatekeep me.
You blacklist me.
You laugh behind my back and act like my pain is performance.
So let me make this perfectly fucking clear:
Oh yeah—fuck you for ever making me feel like I don’t matter.
Because I do matter.
And I always did.
And you didn’t break me.
You just proved I’m the one telling the truth.
π₯ I’m not writing for you.
I’m writing for the ones you pretend to care about.
The ones who don’t have a safe space, a voice, or a second chance.
So next time you want to “raise awareness”?
Try raising your voice for the ones who are already fighting to stay alive.
Because I’m still here.
Still screaming.
Still offering books instead of bullshit and truth instead of performance.
You want a lifeline?
Grab a match and read what I wrote.
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