I really don’t want to live anymore. I can’t see even a sliver of hope for myself. I’ve been clinically depressed since I was 12, and I’m now 18 and I can’t remember ever feeling this bad about myself. When I was 12 I started doing drugs, and it just continually got worse and worse over the years. Eventually at 15, I got in much trouble with the government and some stuff happened then I got sent to rehab. I was in rehab for 7 months total, and 2 months in juvy before that. When I was in rehab I really didn’t think I needed to be there, I thought it was all bullshit, I’ve heard it all before. Then I got out and had no idea what to do with myself. I could either continue on in my life of nothing, or I could try to turn it around. So I tried to turn it around. I went to live with my grandparents in the middle of nowhere to try to get away from it, but it found me…Fast. I started popping pills every chance I got, which was quite often. Then maybe a week before prom I took around 30 pills and went to school trippen balls. The principal discovered this, and arranged that I got taken away on an ambulance to the hospital. Â The hospital, lord knows what happened there, then I got taken to a place I don’t really know what you’d call it, mini-rehab, I guess. I was there for about 3 days, then my grandparents, who are extremely religious drop the bomb that they’re sending me back with my family, who just moved to California. So I go to California and everything is different. My sister, who was my best friend, isn’t even herself anymore, and my parents are just not right, ya know? So things were weird for a while, then I started to exercise a lot and actually take my meds regularly, I felt okay for a while. Then school came around, senior year this year. I got a job, too. I thought things were finally starting to look up. Then I walked into the school and knew that I wouldn’t be able to do it. There were way too many people. I mean, I’m not shy, really, but I just really don’t like talking to people. Because of my extreme anxiety and paranoid schitzophrenia, I always think people are judging me, staring at me, laughing at me, talking about me,putting curses on me, trying to kill me, etc. And then because of my poly-substance dependence I feel the need to get high. And I do. So I did. I took 21 pills the second day and the third day I took maybe 15 or so. I got kicked out of school the 3rd day, that concoction was a little stronger than the first one. Yeah, I was sad. But I was even more sad when at the end of the week I took 20 more pills and went to work and got fired. I know what everyone says, “JUST DONT DO DRUGS THEN” But seriously, I can’t not do drugs. Drugs are all I know, and they’re the only thing in the world that I actually love. The only thing that’s never fucked me over. Everything that happened to me was my own damn fault, I can’t blame the drugs. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about cocaine, ecstacy, meth, crack, xanax, valium, vicodin, oxy, you name it, I’m thinkin about it. I guess that’s why I really really want to die. I am nothing without drugs. When I have drugs, I’m happy, whether is a fake happiness or not. I feel confident in myself and when I’m high is the only time I don’t think about suicide. It’s the only time when I feel like I can just fuckin be myself, and I don’t give a shit what anyone else thinks. I’m just a way better version of myself when I’m high. And I know that I’m never going to stop. I’ve tried. I can’t. I know that one day the drugs will kill me, but to be honest, that’s just a plus in my book. I don’t care what happens to me, because I hate myself more than I hate anyone else in the world and if I died, no one would care. I know a lot of people say that, but I’m being for real, no one would care. Maybe 3 people would come to my funeral, and they’re my family, so they’d have to. I don’t think anyone will read this, but it felt good to get out. Bye.
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There is a lot of morality out there without the understanding and compassion and accepting of different people’s realities. Your reality and circumstance dictates to you how you best deal with it. I wouldn’t worry about what anyone else says but that inner voice in you that guides you. Be good to yourself. Do and feel that which brings contentment and peace for you.
There is no judgment, only the judgment that may come from you. No one else is in your body but you and can know. Be well.