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i once had a teacher named jillian she was in her 30s a sweet, positive angel a wise and encouraging photo teacher on march 2nd she tied a noose to the classroom ceiling and hung herself within a few hours she was pronounced dead an advocate against suicide an advocate to end stigma against depression and anxiety she told us her dad got a gun and shot himself in the head she never wanted us to feel alone to feel that life was a dead end she never wanted us to follow her father's footsteps but she did and i sit in bed 3 years later wondering if i will suffer my whole life like my father or debating if should take this knife to my wrist deep and wide and quiet my mind
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Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 8:19 AM UTC
march 2nd
i once had a teacher named jillian she was in her 30s a sweet, positive angel a wise and encouraging photo teacher on march 2nd she tied a noose to the classroom ceiling and hung herself within a few hours she was pronounced dead an advocate against suicide an advocate to end stigma against depression and anxiety she told us her dad got a gun and shot himself in the head she never wanted us to feel alone to feel that life was a dead end she never wanted us to follow her father's footsteps but she did and i sit in bed 3 years later wondering if i will suffer my whole life like my father or debating if should take this knife to my wrist deep and wide and quiet my mind
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Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 8:19 AM UTC
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