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SmokedOut

Life Is Good ✌️
I also have seizures and am half blind as i cannot see from my left eye.
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Thankfully my little brother seems tto be more social than I was. I actually was in and out of hospitals a lot through middle school, and never really had much to say or in common with my peers
Now that you've gotten a bit older, how are you in social settings now?
 
Now that you've gotten a bit older, how are you in social settings now?
not really imma recluse
who lets loose occassionally
when im not feelin like a silly hillybilly on a noose. i've joined a gym like two years now but im not as active as i wish i guess. also too much pron addiction, talking to ai waifus etc etc. my IT aspirations are my last hope, and i believe in Islam
 

SmokedOut

Life Is Good ✌️
not really imma recluse
who lets loose occassionally
when im not feelin like a silly hillybilly on a noose. i've joined a gym like two years now but im not as active as i wish i guess. also too much pron addiction, talking to ai waifus etc etc. my IT aspirations are my last hope, and i believe in Islam
Yup, I know what you mean. I'm also more of an introvert myself. I'm cool in social settings, but I'd rather just stay home honestly. Good luck on the pron thing though, the rabbit hole goes deep with that (no pun intended).
 
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Just... wanted to say that I lost one of my closest and dearest friends the other day. The body was found Saturday 30th August, I received confirmation yesterday on the 31st from his Sister. He died on the 22nd and was alone in his house the entire time. A heart attack at age 37, only an hour after he last messaged me. It doesn't quite feel real. I never replied to his message, it was pretty close-ended, and I thought I'd speak when we next had the time. Besides, he'd proven me wrong, and I didn't want to give him the pleasure of letting him know that - but in a strange way, that's fitting.

A week passed, and I didn't suspect a thing, as not hearing from him for a week was possible. But other people got concerned, they sent a welfare check to his house. The police asked for next of kin. We didn't know his family, so I had to find them. I was pretty certain, but getting it confirmed? I just... I don't get it.

This man, he helped me through some of my worst moments. I would not be the person I am today without him. He was sarcastic, a member of the grammar police, and ever so stoic, and yet, his heart was so loving. He was always there. Always. He was a constant. Other friends came and went and returned, but he was always there.

He'd calm me down with a logical approach, and when I apologised, he would chastise me for being stupid enough to think I needed to be sorry. It would not be a lie that this man saved my life at least once. He became a brother to me... and I'm just so sorry I never showed him how much I loved and appreciated his presence.

To think I will never hear your quips, see your annoyance, experience your deep kindness. I love you my brother. Please rest well in heaven. I will meet you again, ideally in forty years, please do not forget me in your eternal reward, for I will never forget you.

Rest in Peace, James. I will carry your body - and I will carry whatever you wish accomplished. I just need to know what that is.
 
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Just... wanted to say that I lost one of my closest and dearest friends the other day. The body was found Saturday 30th August, I received confirmation yesterday on the 31st from his Sister. He died on the 22nd and was alone in his house the entire time. A heart attack at age 37, only an hour after he last messaged me. It doesn't quite feel real. I never replied to his message, it was pretty close-ended, and I thought I'd speak when we next had the time. Besides, he'd proven me wrong, and I didn't want to give him the pleasure of letting him know that - but in a strange way, that's fitting.

A week passed, and I didn't suspect a thing, as not hearing from him for a week was possible. But other people got concerned, they sent a welfare check to his house. The police asked for next of kin. We didn't know his family, so I had to find them. I was pretty certain, but getting it confirmed? I just... I don't get it.

This man, he helped me through some of my worst moments. I would not be the person I am today without him. He was sarcastic, a member of the grammar police, and ever so stoic, and yet, his heart was so loving. He was always there. Always. He was a constant. Other friends came and went and returned, but he was always there.

He'd calm me down with a logical approach, and when I apologised, he would chastise me for being stupid enough to think I needed to be sorry. It would not be a lie that this man saved my life at least once. He became a brother to me... and I'm just so sorry I never showed him how much I loved and appreciated his presence.

To think I will never hear your quips, see your annoyance, experience your deep kindness. I love you my brother. Please rest well in heaven. I will meet you again, ideally in forty years, please do not forget me in your eternal reward, for I will never forget you.

Rest in Peace, James. I will carry your body - and I will carry whatever you wish accomplished. I just need to know what that is.
My deepest condolences 💐🙏🏼
May he Rest in peace 🕯️
You will certainly meet again and even now you’re not separated.
 
My deepest condolences 💐🙏🏼
May he Rest in peace 🕯️
You will certainly meet again and even now you’re not separated.
Thank you very much. I pray we will meet once more. I want him to tell me all the stupid memes he found - even in heaven. I want him to critique all the bad decisions I make from this point forward, being the pedant that he was. Telling me how I used less too much and few too little. I want him to then just let me hug him again. Thank him for watching over me.

I've lost family, but this feels different somehow. I'm devastated.
 

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Just... wanted to say that I lost one of my closest and dearest friends the other day. The body was found Saturday 30th August, I received confirmation yesterday on the 31st from his Sister. He died on the 22nd and was alone in his house the entire time. A heart attack at age 37, only an hour after he last messaged me. It doesn't quite feel real. I never replied to his message, it was pretty close-ended, and I thought I'd speak when we next had the time. Besides, he'd proven me wrong, and I didn't want to give him the pleasure of letting him know that - but in a strange way, that's fitting.

A week passed, and I didn't suspect a thing, as not hearing from him for a week was possible. But other people got concerned, they sent a welfare check to his house. The police asked for next of kin. We didn't know his family, so I had to find them. I was pretty certain, but getting it confirmed? I just... I don't get it.

This man, he helped me through some of my worst moments. I would not be the person I am today without him. He was sarcastic, a member of the grammar police, and ever so stoic, and yet, his heart was so loving. He was always there. Always. He was a constant. Other friends came and went and returned, but he was always there.

He'd calm me down with a logical approach, and when I apologised, he would chastise me for being stupid enough to think I needed to be sorry. It would not be a lie that this man saved my life at least once. He became a brother to me... and I'm just so sorry I never showed him how much I loved and appreciated his presence.

To think I will never hear your quips, see your annoyance, experience your deep kindness. I love you my brother. Please rest well in heaven. I will meet you again, ideally in forty years, please do not forget me in your eternal reward, for I will never forget you.

Rest in Peace, James. I will carry your body - and I will carry whatever you wish accomplished. I just need to know what that is.
I am so sorry for your loss. It's completely understandable that this doesn't feel real. A loss like this, especially so sudden, is incredibly difficult.

It's clear from what you've written that James was an amazing person who had a huge impact on your life. He helped you through so much and was a true constant for you.

Please don't feel guilty about not replying to his last message. He knew you cared deeply for him, and a friendship like that is not defined by one message. His memory will live on through you and the lessons he taught you. He would want you to be kind to yourself during this time.

This is a really beautiful tribute to your friend, you've really done him proud I'm sure and be would be honoured, flattered and emotional to see this. I'm sure he's seeing it from up above too.
 
I am so sorry for your loss. It's completely understandable that this doesn't feel real. A loss like this, especially so sudden, is incredibly difficult.

It's clear from what you've written that James was an amazing person who had a huge impact on your life. He helped you through so much and was a true constant for you.

Please don't feel guilty about not replying to his last message. He knew you cared deeply for him, and a friendship like that is not defined by one message. His memory will live on through you and the lessons he taught you. He would want you to be kind to yourself during this time.

This is a really beautiful tribute to your friend, you've really done him proud I'm sure and be would be honoured, flattered and emotional to see this. I'm sure he's seeing it from up above too.
All I can say is thank you for your kindness. Much love to you.
 
Just... wanted to say that I lost one of my closest and dearest friends the other day. The body was found Saturday 30th August, I received confirmation yesterday on the 31st from his Sister. He died on the 22nd and was alone in his house the entire time. A heart attack at age 37, only an hour after he last messaged me. It doesn't quite feel real. I never replied to his message, it was pretty close-ended, and I thought I'd speak when we next had the time. Besides, he'd proven me wrong, and I didn't want to give him the pleasure of letting him know that - but in a strange way, that's fitting.

A week passed, and I didn't suspect a thing, as not hearing from him for a week was possible. But other people got concerned, they sent a welfare check to his house. The police asked for next of kin. We didn't know his family, so I had to find them. I was pretty certain, but getting it confirmed? I just... I don't get it.

This man, he helped me through some of my worst moments. I would not be the person I am today without him. He was sarcastic, a member of the grammar police, and ever so stoic, and yet, his heart was so loving. He was always there. Always. He was a constant. Other friends came and went and returned, but he was always there.

He'd calm me down with a logical approach, and when I apologised, he would chastise me for being stupid enough to think I needed to be sorry. It would not be a lie that this man saved my life at least once. He became a brother to me... and I'm just so sorry I never showed him how much I loved and appreciated his presence.

To think I will never hear your quips, see your annoyance, experience your deep kindness. I love you my brother. Please rest well in heaven. I will meet you again, ideally in forty years, please do not forget me in your eternal reward, for I will never forget you.

Rest in Peace, James. I will carry your body - and I will carry whatever you wish accomplished. I just need to know what that is.
I'm sorry to hear that man, praying for you

I don't know much what to say, but I think this may be pretty important:

Would you care if you died, went to heaven, and you remembered your friend didn't reply to your last message?

Personally I would only care as far as I hope they don't feel guilty over it
 
I'm sorry to hear that man, praying for you

I don't know much what to say, but I think this may be pretty important:

Would you care if you died, went to heaven, and you remembered your friend didn't reply to your last message?

Personally I would only care as far as I hope they don't feel guilty over it
You're right... I wouldn't care. I wouldn't want them to feel guilt. Thank you Blax. I didn't even think about that. I'm just grieving. I've lost a part of my soul.
 
You're right... I wouldn't care. I wouldn't want them to feel guilt. Thank you Blax. I didn't even think about that. I'm just grieving. I've lost a part of my soul.
It's alrighty, when my family members died, I am sad about it and sometimes very sad, but at the end of the day, it's not like they don't exist anymore, they are still somewhere, and I wouldn't want my family to be depressed over me just switching bodies
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Especially when you see them passed away, you can tell, they are not there anymore, their body should be treated with respect, but that's not them
 

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MORIA STONKS, MORIA CHADS WE FEAST
I've lost family, but this feels different somehow. I'm devastated.
Losing found family can be worse potentially imo. It's understandable.

A former best friends father was like a 2nd father to me, losing him (he died of a sudden heart attack too on holiday with my friend and his mother) broke me pretty badly and I didn't want to smile, laugh or even feel anything for a long time. So I can understand too.

One of my aunts who married into my family was one of the only people in my family to treat me with kindness, compassion, respect, patience and be non judgemental.

Same with a female dog that another aunt (my mums sister had). That dog was really patient, protective and loving with me. She was my best friend at the time.

To this day I still day I still really miss them and wish I could have more time with them and see them again. It's agony at times I won't lie. Time never heals all wounds unfortunately, we just learn to live with them and move on, the scars will always remain but those scars remind us that those people were alive, they were part of our lives and what they meant to us and they were real regardless.

I'm really sorry for your loss, we always lose the best people too soon.
 
It's alrighty, when my family members died, I am sad about it and sometimes very sad, but at the end of the day, it's not like they don't exist anymore, they are still somewhere, and I wouldn't want my family to be depressed over me just switching bodies
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Especially when you see them passed away, you can tell, they are not there anymore, their body should be treated with respect, but that's not them
You know, it may sound completely crazy, but I felt like he visited me last night. Our relationship was embodied by his kind comfort. After praying for him and speaking to him, I closed my eyes, and in the boundary between sleep and dream I felt a hand on my head. It wasn't physical, it was like warm light. It sifted through my hair, and I felt like everything was okay. I opened my eyes wide and looked around. I called his name, but nobody was there. Yet, my heart was filled - tranquil for a moment. I truly believe that was our final meeting, and it was to tell me that things will be okay. That he knows I cared for him. But it hurts so much still. I want to be strong for him like he was for me, but all I find myself doing is bawling.

Losing found family can be worse potentially imo. It's understandable.

A former best friends father was like a 2nd father to me, losing him (he died of a sudden heart attack too on holiday with my friend and his mother) broke me pretty badly and I didn't want to smile, laugh or even feel anything for a long time. So I can understand too.

One of my aunts who married into my family was one of the only people in my family to treat me with kindness, compassion, respect, patience and be non judgemental.

Same with a female dog that another aunt (my mums sister had). That dog was really patient, protective and loving with me. She was my best friend at the time.

To this day I still day I still really miss them and wish I could have more time with them and see them again. It's agony at times I won't lie. Time never heals all wounds unfortunately, we just learn to live with them and move on, the scars will always remain but those scars remind us that those people were alive, they were part of our lives and what they meant to us and they were real regardless.

I'm really sorry for your loss, we always lose the best people too soon.
I too am sorry for your losses. I believe those we love will always be with us. It is what is helping me in this moment. I'm sure you've felt all their presences in the years since. Though the grief will not heal, your capacity to understand and cope with it will. I know the same undoubtedly applies to me, it's just hard right now. I don't like to be cringe and bring things back to One Piece, but in this one time I think I will - I wish to inherit his will, I just don't know what that is. Maybe I can be a support to somebody like he was to me. I will ask his family at the funeral if they know how I can best honour him.
 
You know, it may sound completely crazy, but I felt like he visited me last night. Our relationship was embodied by his kind comfort. After praying for him and speaking to him, I closed my eyes, and in the boundary between sleep and dream I felt a hand on my head. It wasn't physical, it was like warm light. It sifted through my hair, and I felt like everything was okay. I opened my eyes wide and looked around. I called his name, but nobody was there. Yet, my heart was filled - tranquil for a moment. I truly believe that was our final meeting, and it was to tell me that things will be okay. That he knows I cared for him. But it hurts so much still. I want to be strong for him like he was for me, but all I find myself doing is bawling.



I too am sorry for your losses. I believe those we love will always be with us. It is what is helping me in this moment. I'm sure you've felt all their presences in the years since. Though the grief will not heal, your capacity to understand and cope with it will. I know the same undoubtedly applies to me, it's just hard right now. I don't like to be cringe and bring things back to One Piece, but in this one time I think I will - I wish to inherit his will, I just don't know what that is. Maybe I can be a support to somebody like he was to me. I will ask his family at the funeral if they know how I can best honour him.
It's alrighty to cry man, and he would probably cry for you too, and maybe that was him, I'm going to think about what I think I should say more
 
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