Tristin Kate Smith, a 28-year-old Ohio nurse, wrote a scathing letter to her “abuser” five months ahead of her August 2023 suicide.

Tristin Kate Smith, a 28-year-old Ohio nurse, wrote a scathing letter to her “abuser” five months ahead of her August 2023 suicide.

  • SuiXi3D@kbin.social
    321·
    1 year ago

    She killed herself because, for her, there was no way out. There was no way out because of a system that abuses those that exist within it.

      • prole@sh.itjust.worksEnglish
        161·
        1 year ago

        You sound bitter. Could it be possible that you’re projecting your own past and your own issues with suicide onto other people whom you’ve never met in your life? Because, you know, you don’t know anything about them? Because before today you didn’t even know they existed?

        But yeah, im sure the article was enough to go on, in your mind, to call them “a pathetic waste of life.”

        It seems like you could benefit from seeing a therapist.

      • SeedyOne@lemm.ee
        13·
        1 year ago

        Some day you’ll realize the world isn’t so black and white and you don’t always know what people have or haven’t been through. You sound like the type that tells depressed people to just "“get therapy” or worse yet “just think happier”, not realizing the hurdles both can have. With any luck, when you grow up you’ll look back and realize what a heartless ass you were.

          • SeedyOne@lemm.ee
            21·
            1 year ago

            I think what you’re missing is that in general we agree, it’s that you don’t have experience (or tolerance) enough to realize that “never” really isn’t never. You and others act as if anyone that succeeded is a coward, that they didn’t try…but many have tried so hard, for many years and still get there. From system failures to abusive caretakers or just plain old ignorance.

            So when you and others label everyone who succeeds cowardly, you show us how little you know about the real world. In fact, I’m almost envious because you probably haven’t had to truly live yet, to make heartbreaking decisions with those “always options” disappearing one by one. Watching a loved one suffer, unable to help. Just remember this thread when (if) you get there, will ya?