i’m 25, no job, no car, no home, with a child, no friends, i havent lef the hosue in one year (literally not walked outt he door), been through this before, when i was 18 didnt leave for 3 years, i’m severely suicical, i’m almost there, my depression was a seeed that slowly over years grew to this point, no turning back and what’s the one thing i hear over and over? ” suicide is a permanent solution to temporary problems” well hey how about this-i’m suicidal not because i lost my job, or my husband left me, or because of some other bullshit reason i’m suicidal because i have a DEFORMITY. a non curable deformity of the skin, no meds for it, no hope. how aboutthat? how the fuck is my DEFORMITY a fucking temporary problem?
 i have FORCED myself to be alive this long, i fucking REFUSE to go another 25 years with it. i will not be a victim to karma and god’s torturous plan on me. i don;t deserve this. i never asked for this. nothign in my short life is deserving of this. what now? no one;s advice can help me, no words of encouragement can help me, no therapist or psychaitrist or psychologist can help me BECAUSE I’M FUCKING ABNORMAL!!! “hope” and “thinking positive” doesnt change my fucking physical appearance and health. fuck life.
i will research gun laws in my city and hopefully use my son;s chikd support check that i got 2 days ago on a gun, few hundred bucks, i assume thats the price of a gun and shoot my face off, not gonna put the gun in my mouth and blow out the back of my head, i want my whole face to be fucking obliterated, i’m going to aim between my nose and eyes at a slightly upward angle and NO FUNERAL, i’m leaving a ntoe for my son when he gets older and the other will say no funeral, no casket, no ashes in an urn. i’ve already told my fam this over and over and they say “ohdont talk like that”. why shouldnt i talk like this, it’s reality…? anyway  i want my body to be cremated and flushed down a toilet or thrown in a ditch then covered in dirt, or cut my body up and feed it to an animal. i have no life insurance no money , no plot, no money for a headstone and even if i did have that money i wouldnt want anything like that done. i;m a disgusting piece of shit. if i had it my way my body would be raped, disembowled, and totally desecrated then put on display as embarssment towards me. put it on display with my name and information so everyone knows what a disgusting piece of shit i am, so everyone can see the deofmirty ive been hiding under my clothes, so everyone can thrw up looking at my disgusting body. i deserve it. maybe i shoudl pay someone to beat the shit out me after i die,
and  i don’t care hwo it will affect my family, i dont care how it makes me a “coward” or “selfish”. and i dont’ care if anyone is “sorry” that i’m going through this. nothign can change this, nothing on earth. i’d love to see anyone else survive 25 years with a fucking deformity. thats enough. no more. the only thing that has stopped me from doing it so far is the pain of hanging on my neck. i have a branch picked out on this mesquite tree in the backyard and i was gonna use a sheet as a noose, ive been tying it aroudn my neck when everyone goes to bed and pullig t as hard as i can over and over to get used to the feeling and it fucking hurts! i cant imagine when my body weight is pulling me down, fuck! i;d ratehr blow my brains out but if i cant get my hands on a gun the tree will have to do. i’m over it.
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Life isn’t a temporary problem. It’s a permanent problem. It keeps going and going, breeding conscious beings that suffer, then die.
im really really sorry…
This sounds pretty fucking herrendous, I have a terminal illness too, not as bad as yours by the sound of it though. I simply cannot offer any word of advice as I am not in your shoes. But the sense of having your life destroyed by something you couldn’t do anything about is crippling in itself never mind the stuff that goes with it. If I could give you any advice I would say to find a least a little peace with yourself make things that little bit more pleaseant, I know its extremely hard but like I said, I really can’t help you, I wish I could. What annoys me the most is that some people on here have their physical health and a partner in thier life, I would kill for either of these,because if I had either I could get my life somewhere near normal again. People still have a chance to get back to normal but when your physically dibilitated its a long way off, wherever you go whatever you do to occupy yourself your illness goes with you, its torture, its frustration its like having a weight chained to your body.
Please find peace
I’m sorry
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My heart ached when I read this…if your not thinking about yourself at least live and think about your son!
many people have lived their life with a deformaty… what a shame that instead of living your life to the fullest and giving a shit what people said about you, you have let it run you down… just like you have met people that judged you, made fun of you and all that shit you will meet people that will appreciate you for WHO you are after all when you are a good person your presence alone can make someone’s day not what you look like… you just made mine… really wish i could give you a bigggg hug and snap you out of it…
Dear Friend:
You have suffered so much, and fear that the future will be more suffering.
Your despair and pain is very natural and understandable.
I would suggest just a few thoughts:
1. if you kill yourself, what will happen to your son?
Children have a very difficult time recovering from the suicide of a parent. It affects their entire lives.
Sometimes they end up killing themselves as well.
I know you plan on leaving a note for your son to explain things, but consider that he may never see it.
Many well-meaning families destroy suicide notes left for other relatives. Your son may never learn why you did this.
Please don’t spend your next child support check on a gun — think, instead, about getting your little boy some food and new shoes.
2. Consider that your little boy needs you to raise him.
I grew up with a mother who had very serious bouts of depression and did not leave the house much.
It was tough, but I am grateful that she did not kill herself. She tried hard to be a good parent, and I learned much from her. I have always relied on the good memories of her.
Your little boy will need good memories of you. He’s relying on you to teach him important things about being a parent, surviving bad times, and so on.
Your death would be the wrong lesson for him.
3. Regarding being “abnormal” — many of us have bad disabilities and mental problems and disfiguring physical problems, and other people laugh at us, and we feel very unattractive.
You are not alone in your feelings of pain and disfigurement!
But consider that your little boy loves you. He doesn’t care about your abnormality. You are his mom. If you die, that leaves a big hole in his life, one that no one else can fill.
No one can take ever your place in his life.
Maybe you could alter his whole life for the better by showing him what courage in tough times is like, including how to deal with an abnormality.
Also — being “abnormal” is not fun — but many of us have learned to live with physical and mental deformities, including incurable and disfiguring ones.
It is not easy, but we have worked out ways to cope with these problems and lead reasonably decent lives.
Have you joined any support groups or forums online for people suffering from your illness? If none exist, consider starting one.
The other people suffering from your disability may themselves have worked out ways of dealing with it that they could share with you, so you would feel less alone with your pain.
And you might be able to help some of them feel less lonely and despairing.
4. At the present time, it may be true that your skin abnormality cannot be treated.
But consider that there may be treatments in the future. Many times people have what appear to be hopeless diseases, and then a treatment is discovered that makes a big difference.
I have survived with several physicial and mental disabilities because treatments were discovered later in life that helped me.
But if I had been successful in previous suicide attempts, I wouldn’t have lived into an era where better medicine was available.
5. Consider that because you are deeply depressed, your brain is not functioning as well as it normally would, and is repeating a loop of negative thoughts over and over about your problems.
Consider that some of those thoughts may not be entirely accurate.
I know you are sick of being told to think positively — perhaps it might be worthwhile to think “more accurately.”
Consider contacting a counselor or therapist and asking for help in objectively assessing your current problems. Ask for a better anti-depressant. Explore what can be done to make you a bit more comfortable and help you feel better.
If you can’t leave the house, ask for phone therapy. Or get a relative to drive you to a counselor.
Many of us carry damaged bodies beneath our clothes and ailing minds under our skulls. Reach out to other people online who share your problems.
If your child were ill, I would guess that you would be kind to him. Please consider giving yourself the same kindness.
Many blessings for accurate thoughts and a recovery or stablization of your medical problems.
Cordially,
Struggling to Survive (been there)
Definitely, having a deformity is tough. It’s not something that many ppl will understand, and to force urself to live like that, was, in a way, very brave.
But I felt like I had to say this: I saw on TV quite long back, so memory is hazy and I might get some details wrong but still, of a mother in the US, who had a promising future. Then they had to amputate both her arms, all the way to the shoulders. She couldn’t take it at first, then she changed. And it was freaking inspirational. She learned to do everything with only her feet. Eating, writing. She changed her baby’s diapers with her feet. Rocked the baby to sleep with her feet. She could hold down a job because she typed with her feet. She could freaking drive a car with only her feet! And seriously, there wasn’t any school for learning to do such things with only the feet, she taught herself everything. And u have to bear something in mind… the human feet isn’t like a chimp’s, with thumbs and everything. It’s just not meant for such things, and that made it more awesome than someone who lost both legs instead, to me anyway. And that’s why I remembered her… (Course, my memory’s hazy, anyone who has a better idea of who I talked about, pls correct my mistakes.)
This probably wasn’t of much use to u, maybe. But I hope it can put some things in a different perspective for u.
Take care.
i’m not going to live as god’s fool. i’m not going to let “KARMA” punish me. some poeple say i did something bad in my last life to deserve this and i’m being punished now but i don’t think that’s fair. i’m not who i was in the last life!! no thank you.
but i mean this, thank you, seriously. thank you. i keep checking back here to see if anyone commented and it looked like no one would for a while because, well, what could they say lol
pretty brave of you both to try. thanks
If its not personal, id like to know what your deformity is. i am curious of how closely it is to mine. i hope you find out the right thing to do about your prob.
yeah so…its been awhile. 9 months. thanks to all the people who commented!!!
i feel completely different now. my skin is worse but i feel better about life. im actually HAPPY. the severe depression and self hate has died down to a simple frustration and semi acceptance. if anything, this is proof that moods are temporary. some will last years but you will feel better even if your condition doesnt improve. KEEP UP HOPE