I’m so tired. I think I’ve reached a point in my suffering where sharing my issues and venting feels more exhausting than the problems themselves.
I’ve tried to be vulnerable and emotional to people who claim to ‘care’ before and I’ve never once gotten sincere, helpful and long-lasting support. Let alone help.
There is no one I trust enough talk to and there is no one who is willing to listen. Even if there is, it’s very hard for me to navigate my feelings and opening up in general has become exceedingly difficult and just exhausting.
Ever since I had the plethora of mental illnesses I have now I’ve been mostly alone. I think to be told “it will all be over” or “someday you’ll be happy” is just straight-up being white-lied to because I’ve been waiting for almost a decade now, and I have not experienced any change.
I want to die, but I know the situation is not appropriate to die right now. Trust me when I say I’ve tried every single thing to get help and support and yet always dismissed and disappointed every time.
I’ve tried to be vulnerable and emotional to people who claim to ‘care’ before and I’ve never once gotten sincere, helpful and long-lasting support. Let alone help.
There is no one I trust enough talk to and there is no one who is willing to listen. Even if there is, it’s very hard for me to navigate my feelings and opening up in general has become exceedingly difficult and just exhausting.
Ever since I had the plethora of mental illnesses I have now I’ve been mostly alone. I think to be told “it will all be over” or “someday you’ll be happy” is just straight-up being white-lied to because I’ve been waiting for almost a decade now, and I have not experienced any change.
I want to die, but I know the situation is not appropriate to die right now. Trust me when I say I’ve tried every single thing to get help and support and yet always dismissed and disappointed every time.