Right now I feel so alone and helpless. My family doesn’t seem to want to help me, they’re only making things worse. About 90% of the time I’m fine and generally a happy person. But theres just some times when I want to die. I’m not clinically depressed, but at this very moment I honestly want to kill myself. One of my family members treats me like shit and constantly calls me a “liar”, which makes me feel more useless. I just don’t know where to go or what to do.
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Family life can screw you up big time.
Start calling them liars and see if they like it.
Try and get out of the house and strike some good strong friendships.
Keep yourself busy with activities outside the house.
I feel you and everything you say…. i know how it feels to feel unappreciated and useless…. you just got to ride it out or get out… that’s what im doing… just riding it out until i can find a place to stay. You are in my thoughts and i hope you find a way to get this person to stop calling you names. but don’t kill yourself it won’t help. I promise. (i have bi-polar and it doesn’t help with my depression im happy rite now for how long well, idk) just suggesting maybe that’s what you have….?
I am 52 years old and I cannot even guess how many times I have thought about suicide. Most of us that think this way really want to do it in order to hurt those who have hurt us but that won’t work. Although they might cry over your dead body or grave it doesn’t take long for those people to go on without you and then they forget you.
My life has been torture since the day I was born. Every dysfunctional family has a scapegoat and apparently that has been my job for all of those 52 years. Everything I have ever said and done to make things better with my family has been futile because what it boils down to, they just don’t care. My heart has been broken so badly that sometimes I feel like I will just drop dead. One thing that has stopped me numerous times from suicide is …what if I screw up and put myself in an even worse situation where I’m trapped in some kind of horrible medical limbo. Suicide just can’t be the answer, there has to be something better. Being able to reach out to others who feel and live the same pain is better. At least we know that we aren’t alone. There are others who suffer from the same kind of mental torture. I knew a lady from Holland who suffered from severe depression after her husband left her for another woman. She had a surgeon actually remove parts of her brain that evidently cut out her ability to feel emotions. She was the most bland person I have ever met in my life. She didn’t laugh, smile, cry or anything. I don’t think that’s the answer either. One thing that does help me when I’m in a funk is to read stories about people who have suffered much worse. Just turn on the news ….there’s far worse to see. When you can see others overcoming things that are truly much worse or horrific, it tends to make one feel kind of stupid for assuming that our struggle is so bad.