I’m new here. I want to be happy, but it seems I don’t know how. Lately everything I have that is good….I seem hell bent on destroying it.
Recently fought with a boyfriend….I got drunk (real smart to do when you take antidepressants ), searched his texts ( new low), and left him without his knowledge while barefoot, drunk, and half out of my mind. He won’t talk to me…
I never share all of my pain bc I am afraid pe
ople will pity me or think I’m seeking attention. I’ve thought about ending my life more in the last three months than I ever had. Sometimes I am overwhelmed with such despair it physically hurts, aches. Why is my brain wired this way?
Writing helps. Thank you for listening.
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I’m sorry that it keeps crossing your mind. It’s a coward like that you know. Always haunting. I hope things get better for you. Who cares what other mean people may think as long as your ok. That’s what matters.