Sunday 5 February 2017

Day 151 of university, day 4 back on 50mg sertraline

The sad reality when you realise that there are lots of people in your situation - getting so drunk that they keep passing out because it seems to fix things in the moment. And what are people doing about this? The police are taking them back to the university and security are taking them back to their rooms. No one is taking their names and making sure they're ok in the morning. They're just letting them deal with their shit on their own. Fuck them. What the hell would they know. Absolutely nothing. Why would they care? They don't. Why should they? Because we're not just at risk when we're drunk. You only see the risk when we're drunk. So who's failing here? You. When we're drunk you get the rare opportunity to see how we feel day to day. This is your chance to intervene. But why would you do that? Because the rate at which we are dying isn't right. And it never has been. So fix it. Before you lose a generation who feel like they have to appear strong even when they're not. A generation who are afraid to ask for help because they don't believe you care enough to do anything. Prove them wrong. Help, before it's too late. Please. We need your help, we just don't know how to ask for it.

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