💜🪻Violettas Family🪻💜

TW: Suicide

Hi family,

This is a macabre but heartwarming tale about the good this community can do for each other. It starts off depressing but it has a happy ending 🥹

So I was going to kill myself on the day before my birthday (January 22) on my last day of being 32. My “if I don’t make it as a musician by then I’ll kill myself” ages were 27 (the 27 club obviously) and 32 (the age two of my favorite singers of all time (Cass Elliot and Karen Carpenter) died) so I could go out poetically and not be an old failure. I was really pushing myself to hang on for the last five years, but 32 was my hard deadline. Meanwhile my health issues have gotten even worse with no end in sight. I’ve been alone and friendless for many years and thought no one would miss me anyway.

I was planning on doing it that night, the 21st, but I decided to check the mail to see if I got any birthday cards or anything. There was only one letter, one that I wasn’t expecting.

I opened it to see it was from someone who had gotten a CD of mine given to him as a gift by one of the members of the H3 family.

The letter read:

“Dear Elizabeth,

Your album was a gift emailed to me by a very special woman who has a history of health problems. I thoroughly enjoyed the album and listened to it several times at 5:30 am on the beach in Ocean City, NJ (It was a bit cold but doable). I would love a copy of the lyrics. I have not found them online. I have enclosed $100.00; please put that towards future recording costs for your next album. Stay well.

Yours truly, J. W.”

I couldn’t believe that a stranger would send me money in the hopes of getting more music out of me. This was the sign that I needed, that there is still some reason I’m supposed to be here. I didn’t go through with it and I’m still here at 33.

It’s been really hard to get into a creative headspace ever since the election (and even worse since Inauguration Day), and I’ve been trying to get the gumption to work on music again. I have a song I wrote that I want to record next that is inspired by and dedicated to the H3 family for being there for me while in a deep depression and who help each other get through dark times, even if it’s the end times. Recording it in a studio is a totally different animal and I’m hoping to do it right.

I feel so blessed that someone would feel that way about my music, that they would want to spend their money to share it with someone they love. Blessed that someone would contribute their hard earned money to me because they want me to keep pursuing what I love and head towards the dream a little at a time. Thank you for noticing me, a little depressed disabled girl on the internet, and thinking I have something special. Thank you to this incredible, kind, inclusive community for keeping me going, for supporting me, and for always being there each other. The world can be as good as we make it be.

Thank you all so much. Family. ❤️

Elizabeth

TW: Suicide

Hi family,

This is a macabre but heartwarming tale about the good this community can do for each other. It starts off depressing but it has a happy ending 🥹

So I was going to kill myself on the day before my birthday (January 22) on my last day of being 32. My “if I don’t make it as a musician by then I’ll kill myself” ages were 27 (the 27 club obviously) and 32 (the age two of my favorite singers of all time (Cass Elliot and Karen Carpenter) died) so I could go out poetically and not be an old failure. I was really pushing myself to hang on for the last five years, but 32 was my hard deadline. Meanwhile my health issues have gotten even worse with no end in sight. I’ve been alone and friendless for many years and thought no one would miss me anyway.

I was planning on doing it that night, the 21st, but I decided to check the mail to see if I got any birthday cards or anything. There was only one letter, one that I wasn’t expecting.

I opened it to see it was from someone who had gotten a CD of mine given to him as a gift by one of the members of the H3 family.

The letter read:

“Dear Elizabeth,

Your album was a gift emailed to me by a very special woman who has a history of health problems. I thoroughly enjoyed the album and listened to it several times at 5:30 am on the beach in Ocean City, NJ (It was a bit cold but doable). I would love a copy of the lyrics. I have not found them online. I have enclosed $100.00; please put that towards future recording costs for your next album. Stay well.

Yours truly, J. W.”

I couldn’t believe that a stranger would send me money in the hopes of getting more music out of me. This was the sign that I needed, that there is still some reason I’m supposed to be here. I didn’t go through with it and I’m still here at 33.

It’s been really hard to get into a creative headspace ever since the election (and even worse since Inauguration Day), and I’ve been trying to get the gumption to work on music again. I have a song I wrote that I want to record next that is inspired by and dedicated to the H3 family for being there for me while in a deep depression and who help each other get through dark times, even if it’s the end times. Recording it in a studio is a totally different animal and I’m hoping to do it right.

I feel so blessed that someone would feel that way about my music, that they would want to spend their money to share it with someone they love. Blessed that someone would contribute their hard earned money to me because they want me to keep pursuing what I love and head towards the dream a little at a time. Thank you for noticing me, a little depressed disabled girl on the internet, and thinking I have something special. Thank you to this incredible, kind, inclusive community for keeping me going, for supporting me, and for always being there each other. The world can be as good as we make it be.

Thank you all so much. Family. ❤️

Elizabeth