well all that is running through my head is how to commit suicide and i am a 19 year old and i have tried to top myself hang myself and throw my self under a train is that a good idea
I wish I could put my arms around you and tell you that even tho I don’t know you or know what your life is, things *will* get better.
Just take one day at a time. Try not to think about everything that’s making you depressed all at once. (Or, do what I do: I write them all down; like a whole ridiculous list — everything from losing my job, can’t pay my bills, may lose my house, to I hate when the kids clog the toilet or someone ate the last rice cakes.)
Tackle one piece of your problems; just one at a time. It doesn’t have to be everything at once.
This is my list of what to do when things *suck*
— Do myself no harm. Don’t do drugs or drink. (Always makes this much worse; can’t think clearly. You’ve probably said dumb things when you were drunk, and then regretted it in the morning. Wouldn’t it suck if you killed yourself when you were drunk? But you couldn’t wake up in the morning to say ‘how embarrassing… i’ll never do that again.)
— Reach out to a friend, family, or call 211. (Sometimes 211 is a good thing, because you don’t want your friends or family to know you’re thinking about suicide… you can talk about it anonymously.)
— Ask yourself what would make you smile if someone did it for you? And then do it for yourself; even little things — a new pair of earrings, flowers, your fav cookies… can you get a pet? A cat? Take a hot bath.
— If the person you care most about in the whole world felt as sad as you do, what would you say to that person? Then say it to yourself.
I’ve struggled with depression all my life; attempted suicide twice as a teenager. I’m 52 now. Things *do* get better. It’s not always easy, but things do get better, and you’ll learn how to cope. So just keep putting one foot in front of the other… I think of that expression “Fake it till you make it.” Some days when I have needed to be “normal” when I felt utterly depressed, I have found that pretending to be happy can actually be sort of contagious. Sounds trite I know.
Things will get better down the road. Just don’t stop walking girl.
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I wish I could put my arms around you and tell you that even tho I don’t know you or know what your life is, things *will* get better.
Just take one day at a time. Try not to think about everything that’s making you depressed all at once. (Or, do what I do: I write them all down; like a whole ridiculous list — everything from losing my job, can’t pay my bills, may lose my house, to I hate when the kids clog the toilet or someone ate the last rice cakes.)
Tackle one piece of your problems; just one at a time. It doesn’t have to be everything at once.
This is my list of what to do when things *suck*
— Do myself no harm. Don’t do drugs or drink. (Always makes this much worse; can’t think clearly. You’ve probably said dumb things when you were drunk, and then regretted it in the morning. Wouldn’t it suck if you killed yourself when you were drunk? But you couldn’t wake up in the morning to say ‘how embarrassing… i’ll never do that again.)
— Reach out to a friend, family, or call 211. (Sometimes 211 is a good thing, because you don’t want your friends or family to know you’re thinking about suicide… you can talk about it anonymously.)
— Ask yourself what would make you smile if someone did it for you? And then do it for yourself; even little things — a new pair of earrings, flowers, your fav cookies… can you get a pet? A cat? Take a hot bath.
— If the person you care most about in the whole world felt as sad as you do, what would you say to that person? Then say it to yourself.
I’ve struggled with depression all my life; attempted suicide twice as a teenager. I’m 52 now. Things *do* get better. It’s not always easy, but things do get better, and you’ll learn how to cope. So just keep putting one foot in front of the other… I think of that expression “Fake it till you make it.” Some days when I have needed to be “normal” when I felt utterly depressed, I have found that pretending to be happy can actually be sort of contagious. Sounds trite I know.
Things will get better down the road. Just don’t stop walking girl.