
Dante_
Global Mod | No future.
- Feb 27, 2025
- 278
Well, there's nowhere else I can be unfiltered about this so here goes...
I've been around sasu for a lot longer than my account let's on and in my time, I've seen a lot of users go, some of whom I'm very glad are still here..I know that is part of how things are on the forum but sometimes you get to part of someone's story, in a way, you don't expect at all.
Sadly, my friend @CocoToxBase left this world on August 9th which, earlier that afternoon, was our last conversation with each other but I had no idea that would be the last time, I only found out a week later on Friday thanks to another good friend of mine on here to which, at first, upon seeing the tribute page itself made me recoil in denial and continuous laughter, fighting back tears in disbelief that she's been gone for a week already until...it was confirmed, I even messaged her prior earlier that morning to see if she was there but the truth behind seeing a picture she sent me back in December on a hike with her close companion in her dog on the tribute page and personal social media just sent the worst waves of grief and shock I've ever felt upon realization.
Back to the meaning behind being part of someone's story, for just over a year, I was gifted the opportunity to be good friends with her, shared and saw a lot of her life through everything we spoke about even the some of the deepest thoughts no one in her real life was aware of such as her struggles of asking why it was worth it to contend living in a world like this when she knew a peaceful way out, which I agree with myself not knowing when my own time will come even though on a lot of days, i think it isn't far off anymore because since her ctb..things have become muted, darker and murkier than before and full of unknowns I wish I wouldn't have to experience when I look at the world and my own place in it, to be as honest as possible, I even contemplated following in her footsteps soon after which i suppose is part of the process of grief, in understanding that the loss I've incurred is deeply intertwined with the questions behind my own continued existence especially when i...i knew so much about her own struggles and attempts going back to even before she became a member of this great community and after her activity here ceased for a good while.
I guess its also because we shared a lot of commonality when it came to ctb in general even if our reasons were different. I cannot look anywhere else but blame the cruel and twisted nature of what occurred during her final days of which I know a great detail of, what pushed her to the edge, beyond the brink that ultimately led to deafening silence after her life faded.
I'm forever grateful, for the fact that, chance allowed us to be friends in the first place, to walk alongside her as she lived her life through the good and bad she shared with me, a closeness I never quite expected when we first met after she attempted last April after she posted about surviving her SN attempt.
She had a few attempts this year alone of which no one but i knew about since we were able to say goodbye each time she did, one in particular back in January she said "I hate that I'm still here" after she narrowly survived, looking back, i was fortunate it allowed her to be around for a bit longer, as selfish as that is when I was aware what she wanted in the end, but being shown someone's life from that lens introduced not just attachment but the desire to know where it went next, i hoped, would be something good.
While I've spent weeks away from here, navigating this loss as its hit harder on some days followed by numbness, stress, and a deep depression I'm still working through with the love and support that I have from others here i cherish and care about deeply but..between the random full-on breakdowns and indifference to the world around me, its led to a lot of questions, why did she have to go through all that she did just to arrive at a juncture where her life ended, why did the systems people hail as the solution fail her so horribly when they should have been better for those out there among us who've lived with pain and trauma yet how many more will tragically conclude the same way, why did those who knew her irl, mourning and recounting memories with her as I speak, fail to truly recognize the harm they should hold themselves responsible for, why did I have to watch her final days unfold like that...I hate that to such a depth i can't quantify.
The biggest questions left, for me, are why couldn't I be given the chance to say goodbye to her just as I did the other times, why did I have to find out a week later when her final breathe had long been taken, I'm still torn by that whenever my thoughts are still. This is no doubt, a loss like no other, I've changed in ways I cannot quite yet fully understand, not that I was a pro-lifer who believed and fervently defended that life was worth living before this, quite far from that but if anything, this has solidified so much for me.
I don't look at the world with the same extremely tiny bit of hope i had left reserved just in case I'd be proven wrong however in that, there are still people i care about, I want to hold a place in their lives until that inevitable time comes where all is lost to time and none of this is remembered fondly even if it feels like nothing but more despair, loss, heartache, disappointment and sadness is all that is left to live through especially when I look at how fast things are falling apart with the state of the world, with how many are barely able to survive, carrying the burdens that they do with no relief to be found.
I'll even say I'm a bit jealous she found her peace but I reject such a notion at the same time since it isn't fair as a measure, knowing how long she wanted to leave and why for so long even if she still had plans I wish she lived to experience which i will not hide is part of having wanted to see our friendship extended for a bit longer however in the face of it, when reaching a breaking point, whatever that could have prolonged reasons to live life doesn't matter, no matter the little moments of joy that lay ahead, none of it.
I have a quite a bit of resentment, anger, frustration and fear, all of which mixed together each take turns turns to remind of the gravity of this loss as each day passes, in the deep synopsis I've made for myself, messages i still leave for her and reflection in the form of writings I've composed, attempting to reach hopelessly for relief again and again and again and again, I've completely given up on this world, not the first time its been said here nor the last sadly as for many of you, life has been nothing but strife, witnesses to cruelty and suffering but seeing her life end the way it did, I think i can be forgiven for that. I truly have in a way that can't be fixed by adopting a new perspective or something else to try to live with this.
In the end, I'm left..wondering and dreading what is next as I resume my duty to this community, my part in that story is over and that book is closed but the memories, I still hold them closely, I learned so much from her, moments I will never ever lose touch with for as long as I find myself on this wretched planet until I leave it...just as we all will. Till then, i wish the world would show kindness perhaps, just once, to those i see pass through here.
Thank you for allowing me the space to get this out there but since I find myself where I am, there is no better place but here.
I felt it right to be open to this place, fitting i post this with her funeral later today.
I've been around sasu for a lot longer than my account let's on and in my time, I've seen a lot of users go, some of whom I'm very glad are still here..I know that is part of how things are on the forum but sometimes you get to part of someone's story, in a way, you don't expect at all.
Sadly, my friend @CocoToxBase left this world on August 9th which, earlier that afternoon, was our last conversation with each other but I had no idea that would be the last time, I only found out a week later on Friday thanks to another good friend of mine on here to which, at first, upon seeing the tribute page itself made me recoil in denial and continuous laughter, fighting back tears in disbelief that she's been gone for a week already until...it was confirmed, I even messaged her prior earlier that morning to see if she was there but the truth behind seeing a picture she sent me back in December on a hike with her close companion in her dog on the tribute page and personal social media just sent the worst waves of grief and shock I've ever felt upon realization.
Back to the meaning behind being part of someone's story, for just over a year, I was gifted the opportunity to be good friends with her, shared and saw a lot of her life through everything we spoke about even the some of the deepest thoughts no one in her real life was aware of such as her struggles of asking why it was worth it to contend living in a world like this when she knew a peaceful way out, which I agree with myself not knowing when my own time will come even though on a lot of days, i think it isn't far off anymore because since her ctb..things have become muted, darker and murkier than before and full of unknowns I wish I wouldn't have to experience when I look at the world and my own place in it, to be as honest as possible, I even contemplated following in her footsteps soon after which i suppose is part of the process of grief, in understanding that the loss I've incurred is deeply intertwined with the questions behind my own continued existence especially when i...i knew so much about her own struggles and attempts going back to even before she became a member of this great community and after her activity here ceased for a good while.
I guess its also because we shared a lot of commonality when it came to ctb in general even if our reasons were different. I cannot look anywhere else but blame the cruel and twisted nature of what occurred during her final days of which I know a great detail of, what pushed her to the edge, beyond the brink that ultimately led to deafening silence after her life faded.
I'm forever grateful, for the fact that, chance allowed us to be friends in the first place, to walk alongside her as she lived her life through the good and bad she shared with me, a closeness I never quite expected when we first met after she attempted last April after she posted about surviving her SN attempt.
She had a few attempts this year alone of which no one but i knew about since we were able to say goodbye each time she did, one in particular back in January she said "I hate that I'm still here" after she narrowly survived, looking back, i was fortunate it allowed her to be around for a bit longer, as selfish as that is when I was aware what she wanted in the end, but being shown someone's life from that lens introduced not just attachment but the desire to know where it went next, i hoped, would be something good.
While I've spent weeks away from here, navigating this loss as its hit harder on some days followed by numbness, stress, and a deep depression I'm still working through with the love and support that I have from others here i cherish and care about deeply but..between the random full-on breakdowns and indifference to the world around me, its led to a lot of questions, why did she have to go through all that she did just to arrive at a juncture where her life ended, why did the systems people hail as the solution fail her so horribly when they should have been better for those out there among us who've lived with pain and trauma yet how many more will tragically conclude the same way, why did those who knew her irl, mourning and recounting memories with her as I speak, fail to truly recognize the harm they should hold themselves responsible for, why did I have to watch her final days unfold like that...I hate that to such a depth i can't quantify.
The biggest questions left, for me, are why couldn't I be given the chance to say goodbye to her just as I did the other times, why did I have to find out a week later when her final breathe had long been taken, I'm still torn by that whenever my thoughts are still. This is no doubt, a loss like no other, I've changed in ways I cannot quite yet fully understand, not that I was a pro-lifer who believed and fervently defended that life was worth living before this, quite far from that but if anything, this has solidified so much for me.
I don't look at the world with the same extremely tiny bit of hope i had left reserved just in case I'd be proven wrong however in that, there are still people i care about, I want to hold a place in their lives until that inevitable time comes where all is lost to time and none of this is remembered fondly even if it feels like nothing but more despair, loss, heartache, disappointment and sadness is all that is left to live through especially when I look at how fast things are falling apart with the state of the world, with how many are barely able to survive, carrying the burdens that they do with no relief to be found.
I'll even say I'm a bit jealous she found her peace but I reject such a notion at the same time since it isn't fair as a measure, knowing how long she wanted to leave and why for so long even if she still had plans I wish she lived to experience which i will not hide is part of having wanted to see our friendship extended for a bit longer however in the face of it, when reaching a breaking point, whatever that could have prolonged reasons to live life doesn't matter, no matter the little moments of joy that lay ahead, none of it.
I have a quite a bit of resentment, anger, frustration and fear, all of which mixed together each take turns turns to remind of the gravity of this loss as each day passes, in the deep synopsis I've made for myself, messages i still leave for her and reflection in the form of writings I've composed, attempting to reach hopelessly for relief again and again and again and again, I've completely given up on this world, not the first time its been said here nor the last sadly as for many of you, life has been nothing but strife, witnesses to cruelty and suffering but seeing her life end the way it did, I think i can be forgiven for that. I truly have in a way that can't be fixed by adopting a new perspective or something else to try to live with this.
In the end, I'm left..wondering and dreading what is next as I resume my duty to this community, my part in that story is over and that book is closed but the memories, I still hold them closely, I learned so much from her, moments I will never ever lose touch with for as long as I find myself on this wretched planet until I leave it...just as we all will. Till then, i wish the world would show kindness perhaps, just once, to those i see pass through here.
Thank you for allowing me the space to get this out there but since I find myself where I am, there is no better place but here.
I felt it right to be open to this place, fitting i post this with her funeral later today.
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