Why else would all this horrible shit be happening to me over and over again? WHY? FUck it. I am done trying, hoping and holding on. I am killing myself. I am killing myself. I am killing myself. I am killing my worthless self.
And on and on. So many different times I’ve thought it – “I want to die”. Sometimes I meant it, sometimes I didn’t. But when I look back on it, never did I really want my heart to stop beating. I just wanted the death of these various emotions that were hurting me not just emotionally but physically.
I wanted the death of my lack of control over a world that is furious, and chaotic and beautiful and messy.
And all of those things did die eventually. How small they are in the rear view mirror. And a little bit of me died with each one of them.
But I’m still alive.
A very VERY wise person said that...one that can always find me on a PM - you know yiou can come through this - the above proves it.
Let us know what's going on - you can come through it
Do you have anywhere you can stay? Friends, family? Now would be a great time to ask for a hand. I know I read somewhere you were on your own since 13. It takes a lot to be independent at that age and you must have been a very proud person.
Things just happen. People have made comebacks while being in similar positions. Think this through and let us help find something you can do to get back on track. We care.
that would make you feel scared SG but don't give up
it's not your fault the economy is ****
I don't know what's in your country but are there any charities that help with accomodation in emergencies like yours?
please stay safe s*
Please don't I feel the same way but I know that hopefully someone will notice well o notice I know in my heart that you'll get through this and so will I please don't I haven't had the pleasure to speak to you yet Someone LOVES you even if you don't know it
I too am feeling hopeless and have no where to turn; there are no family or friends who care.
I too spend the majority of my time trying to sleep; I have no pills to help as you do, but I too desire to not feel the deep depression pain and the pains that go with hopelessness.
The majority of my pain is from my beloved 25 yr old son who suffers from mental illness. I no longer have the finances to help him as I did in the past; he believes that I am out to cause him harm and hates me; I have not spoken to him in over a month and I feel collapsed. I mail him $25 a week; it is all I can do and keep a roof over my head.
There is no joy in my life; I am old; I am tired; I am hopeless.
My prayer is something comes your way to help. It is possible; help could come to you.