Hi my name is johanna and I’m 18 years old I’ve been struggling with depression for almost 6 years now. The depression is getting worse. I cut myself more every day. I haven’t eaten a proper meal since I don’t know when, I’m lucky if I get 4 hours of sleep at night. I don’t know if I can take this any longer. I think about ending my life every hour, every day. Every single moment feels like torture. I don’t remember what it’s like to be happy, “normal” All I want is someone to say that I matter, that I’m important. I just need someone who understands…
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I do not know who you are, but I you have to understand that you matter, more so than you will ever know. I know you are fighting, you are crying, you are beyond…in the realm of your own world, your own sickness, but I care. I understand, I am going through many issues that you mentioned. I can’t sleep, I am always thinking about ending my life, but I live for those I love, I think about all the people that I will leave behind as well as the change that COULD have come to my love and heart. I am 23 years old. I am a male. I am educated. But, I still wrestle everyday with it. I will leave my e-mail just in case you wish to write to me whenever..i don’t care what time or when…I know what it is like and the cure is someone’s understanding, love, and friendship. writer_man2006@yahoo.com
Hi johanna, my name is Daniel. Im 15 years old and i have suffered from depression for 7 years, and i understand everything that you have been going through. Please email me at Daniel56843@yahoo.com
Hi I’m Raven.
I just wanted to tell you you are important, and you do matter.
YOU DO MATTER.
I’m someone who thinks you matter.
I’m someone who thinks your important.
You should to.
Thank you for your comment. That’s all I’m asking, someone to tell me what you just said once in a while
I cut myself too. It’s honestly the only think I look forward to every night.
There is no such thing as normal. Get a therapist who understands that.
I know you can get really addicted to cutting. It’s something I also unfortunately look forward to.
Honey, I hear you. I *hear* you, and I see you. I know this so well.
I’m 18 as well. Last year I crashed so badly I tried to kill myself twice, cut every day (my hands were so wrecked that I couldn’t take the bandages off, and it hurt to play piano – I’m a piano major in college), only just kept from breaking down in sobs every day in class, started smoking, stopped sleeping, eating, walking, thinking. I thought, “If only I could stop breathing.” I felt like the sky was falling in on me, literally. I was having paranoid episodes. And every moment of every day, I thought of suicide. I thought of bullets in the temple and razors on my wrist and developed a particular fascination with the little soft nook at the base of the skull, wanted something sharp in there, quick and decisive. One night, I was going to drown myself in the river in my town, but it’s a good thirty-minute walk from my house and I was dizzy, lightheaded from vodka and nicotine and couldn’t make it. So I guess cigarettes and alcohol saved my life – never thought I’d hear that one.
I spent a year going slowly insane, and by the end of it, it was either hospitalization or intensive therapy-and-meds. I picked the therapy. They gave me meds. They make my arms and knees break out in awful bruises, and I’m tired more often than not, but they help me sleep and keep the madness away. I won’t say that I’m happy, but I feel like happy’s someplace I can get, someday. Which is more than I had going for me before.
Please hang in there, Johanna. I promise this will get better. Love, I promise.