I'll be honest, as someone who has literally had the gun in my mouth and the noose around my neck, I don't think calling someone forgettable is an insult, and c

I'll be honest, as someone who has literally had the gun in my mouth and the noose around my neck, I don't think calling someone forgettable is an insult, and certainly not someone whose greatest accomplishment was dying. In many ways, a desire to not die as a forgettable loser was what pushed me out of a dark, dark place to try and become something more than that. Because I was forgettable. If I had died then, my parents would remember and that's about it. That's what depression does to you, it makes you isolate, and then people stop physically seeing you, and then eventually people forget you entirely. You become forgettable. I think, had I heard it from the right voice at the right time, being told that killing myself made me weak and forgettable could've pushed me out of that half-a-decade-long rut sooner.