DarylJoel_B
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This is probably the most personal thread I've ever made, and one I don't feel like I've seen being talked about very much on this website. And although I've planned to take a break online, I decided to make this thread because of something that happened to me today. My purpose for this thread is to not only accustom myself to be comfortable in being vulnerable, but to showcase how important Michael truly is in our lives, how he is more than just our favorite singer or a legendary performer. He is a hero. He's literally changed the course of many lives.
For context, if you don't know me, my name is DJ. I am currently 17 years old and I've been an MJ fan for 8 years. I am also a (mostly) closeted transgender boy, my biological father passed away less than a year ago, and I'm very sure I have some kind of undiagnosed depression. There are just many things going on in my life right now that keep pushing a dagger into my mental health. A lot of family does not support me for being trans nor do many people understand me in general for being an MJ fan and for the things I am interested in, the way I act and the way I dress. I feel miserable almost every day and all the time. I've also contemplated suicide many times. However, what has always managed to stop me was listening to Michael and thinking of him. He has saved me on multiple occasions. Just looking at him makes me feel accepted and loved. With him, I've managed to become stronger and continue to grow stronger still. And that's what happened today.
I left school today feeling like my mind was nothing but a bunch of TV static. I felt absolutely numb and emotionless. But when I came home, something in me snapped. I completely broke down and sat in a dark room and cried. I cried a lot. I don't think I've cried that hard since I was little. And while I cried, I kept repeating and shouting, "Why is my life so f*cking miserable? I hate being trans, I hate myself, I hate my life. Why can't I just be normal? Why did God make me this way? I just want to die. There's no meaning in my life anymore. I'm DONE."
But only seconds later, I hugged my blanket and pretended it was Michael. And I swear to God, I immediately stopped crying as if I had never been crying at all. And sinking more into that warmness and softness, even if it was only pretend, suddenly made me feel like I was on top of the world. I can do it, I thought. Then I decided to listen to "Man in the Mirror," with my thoughts echoing the lyrics. And I cried again. Except this time, I cried because I felt happy. Because of Michael making me so happy. Out of sheer love.
Just that simple thought of him made me change my mind. It made me realize that I do have meaning in my life, I do have a purpose for being here, that there are those that do understand me. Granted, it has not been the only time Michael has saved me from wanting to die or feeling like giving up on life, but something about this time felt entirely different. I felt like he was actually there. I felt true happiness for the first time in a long time. And I want to live. I don't want to die.
And now, what I want to know is: How has Michael saved your life? How has he helped you in difficult times? How does Michael make you happy?
~ Sincerely, DJ
For context, if you don't know me, my name is DJ. I am currently 17 years old and I've been an MJ fan for 8 years. I am also a (mostly) closeted transgender boy, my biological father passed away less than a year ago, and I'm very sure I have some kind of undiagnosed depression. There are just many things going on in my life right now that keep pushing a dagger into my mental health. A lot of family does not support me for being trans nor do many people understand me in general for being an MJ fan and for the things I am interested in, the way I act and the way I dress. I feel miserable almost every day and all the time. I've also contemplated suicide many times. However, what has always managed to stop me was listening to Michael and thinking of him. He has saved me on multiple occasions. Just looking at him makes me feel accepted and loved. With him, I've managed to become stronger and continue to grow stronger still. And that's what happened today.
I left school today feeling like my mind was nothing but a bunch of TV static. I felt absolutely numb and emotionless. But when I came home, something in me snapped. I completely broke down and sat in a dark room and cried. I cried a lot. I don't think I've cried that hard since I was little. And while I cried, I kept repeating and shouting, "Why is my life so f*cking miserable? I hate being trans, I hate myself, I hate my life. Why can't I just be normal? Why did God make me this way? I just want to die. There's no meaning in my life anymore. I'm DONE."
But only seconds later, I hugged my blanket and pretended it was Michael. And I swear to God, I immediately stopped crying as if I had never been crying at all. And sinking more into that warmness and softness, even if it was only pretend, suddenly made me feel like I was on top of the world. I can do it, I thought. Then I decided to listen to "Man in the Mirror," with my thoughts echoing the lyrics. And I cried again. Except this time, I cried because I felt happy. Because of Michael making me so happy. Out of sheer love.
Just that simple thought of him made me change my mind. It made me realize that I do have meaning in my life, I do have a purpose for being here, that there are those that do understand me. Granted, it has not been the only time Michael has saved me from wanting to die or feeling like giving up on life, but something about this time felt entirely different. I felt like he was actually there. I felt true happiness for the first time in a long time. And I want to live. I don't want to die.
And now, what I want to know is: How has Michael saved your life? How has he helped you in difficult times? How does Michael make you happy?
~ Sincerely, DJ