My depression started while I was still living under my emotionally abusive mother’s roof. I was first suicidal at 16 and I left home just before my 18th birthday. Now, going on three years later, my depression lingers on. I’ve been treating myself with meditation, space from my mother, and hallucinogens and it’s allowed the last few months to be happy and productive.
But a few days ago it came back. Full force. I don’t know how to weather this as well as I used to, and my suicidal thoughts are graphic and difficult to push away. I cry whenever my mind becomes idle.
I can tell that this is hurting my boyfriend.
I’m so disappointed in myself for falling back into this.
I hate myself so much.
But a few days ago it came back. Full force. I don’t know how to weather this as well as I used to, and my suicidal thoughts are graphic and difficult to push away. I cry whenever my mind becomes idle.
I can tell that this is hurting my boyfriend.
I’m so disappointed in myself for falling back into this.
I hate myself so much.
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