Hello. Mark, isn’t my real name, just.... something. Anyway, I’m in a rather unique situation even for people with depression in that:
-I move every few years with my family. I have never had friends, but not for that reason...
-I apparently am easily manipulated. Every single person who I ever considered a friend, from as far back as kindergarten, had apparently only done so for their own benefit (climbing social ladder, no one else to talk to at the time, “hobby”, etc.)
-The person who originally saved my life in the first place seems to hate me now and wants nothing to do with me
-I have been hospitalized three times for a grand total of 106 days in both the UK and US.
-I cut from time to time
-A girl at my school committed suicide a couple of weeks ago. We were what I would call “friendly acquaintances”. I can’t help but feel that it is somehow my fault. Speaking of which...
-I have attempted suicide so many times that I have literally lost count. My educated guess would probably be around 35-40 times. It’s stupidly ridiculous. I feel like I’m on “The Truman Show” some days...
...and that’s about it. Note that although this is on the sympathetic forum, I don’t mind advice. I didn’t put it on the advice forum because I don’t want long instructional stuff. This is also my first post here, so please pardon me if I put this in the wrong place
-I move every few years with my family. I have never had friends, but not for that reason...
-I apparently am easily manipulated. Every single person who I ever considered a friend, from as far back as kindergarten, had apparently only done so for their own benefit (climbing social ladder, no one else to talk to at the time, “hobby”, etc.)
-The person who originally saved my life in the first place seems to hate me now and wants nothing to do with me
-I have been hospitalized three times for a grand total of 106 days in both the UK and US.
-I cut from time to time
-A girl at my school committed suicide a couple of weeks ago. We were what I would call “friendly acquaintances”. I can’t help but feel that it is somehow my fault. Speaking of which...
-I have attempted suicide so many times that I have literally lost count. My educated guess would probably be around 35-40 times. It’s stupidly ridiculous. I feel like I’m on “The Truman Show” some days...
...and that’s about it. Note that although this is on the sympathetic forum, I don’t mind advice. I didn’t put it on the advice forum because I don’t want long instructional stuff. This is also my first post here, so please pardon me if I put this in the wrong place