Summary:Reader feels lost, and she finds comfort in the arms of someone she didn’t expect.
Warnings:depression, suicidal thoughts, implied attempted suicide (very light, only if you squint real hard)
Author’s Note: When I started writing this I was in a very bad place. I started wirting it because I felt exactly as reader feels in this fic. And this was my only outlet. Daydreaming as always. It helped a little fantasizing that my very own Bucky would comfort me in my darkest days, so I decided to share this with you all. I hope it helps those who need it, if only a little bit. You’re not alone. Don’t forget to reach out for help. Attempting against your life is never the answer, guys. You matter. You’re important and people do care. We don’t have to live through this alone. And I know it isn’t easy. And I know it can’t be cured with a fanfiction. I know.But knowing people care, sharing the way you feel with people you love and people who love you does help. It makes things easier, lighter. And if you ever need to talk to someone, you can always come to me. It gets better, guys. It really does. Stay safe. I love you all <3
my depression got really bad (back in November) and when I read about the sleeping (all the time), bottling my emotions, constant tears. I didn’t even have the motivation to walk out of my room.
it reminded me of that, but reading this made me realize that I’m getting better. I’ve gotten help since then, and I feel happy. I’m starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Thank you for this.
This brought tears to my eyes. I totally get what you mean, and getting out of it is the hardest thing ever. Realizing you’ve got depression is easy, but getting the strength and willpower to seek for help is hard af. I’m glad you’ve gotten help since then. I’m glad you decided to get help. And I’m so glad, like you have no idea, that you’re finally starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Thank you so much for reading something so close to my heart. And thank you for leaving such wonderful words about it. You’ve made my day ❤️
The Carmilla Movie started filming on Memorial Day in 2017 and now every year I think about it and get emotional… everyone please take a moment of silence to remember what an amazing time that was
“But the moralistic mind, the mind that has so far been taken for the religious mind, has its difficulty. It lives in conflict; it divides everything into good and bad. A moralist takes great pleasure in condemning evil; then he feels great and good. His interest in goodness is negative; it comes from his condemnation of evil. The saint derives all his pleasure from his condemnation of sinners; otherwise he has no other ways to pleasure himself.
The whole joy of going to heaven depends on the suffering and misery of those who are sent to hell. If those in heaven come to know there is nothing like hell, all their joys will suddenly disappear; they will be as miserable as anything. All their labour will go down the drain if they know no hell exists. If there is no hell, every criminal, every sinner will be in heaven. Where then will the saint go? The happiness of the virtuous is really dependant on the misery of the sinners. The happiness of the rich really stems from the misery of the poor; it doesn’t lie in richness itself. The happiness of a good man is really derived from those condemned as sinners, it is not derived from goodness itself. The saint will lose all his glamour and cheer the moment everyone becomes good; he will instantly become insignificant. Maybe, he will persuade a few ex-sinners to return to their old jobs. ”
