I turned 30 in October. I have a fairly large family (six kids) and two good parents who are, thankfully, still with us. I have had difficulty sleeping my entire life. I don’t know exactly when it turned into full blown insomnia but, these days, I’m lucky to get even two hours of sleep a night, if I sleep at all. I can feel myself losing my grip on reality. I’ve been so depressed and so alone for so long, if I even had a chance to change, I wouldn’t know how. I don’t want to die, but I’ve held on for as long as I can. It’s too much now. I see the things I want, the things that could make a difference for me, every single day, but they are somehow still out of reach for me. Why does life seem so easy fo everyone else when I can barely make it through an hour without wishing it was all over? Why am I always so sad and so sorry? I can’t help feeling that I should have finished what I started back in the 8th grade. I’m so tired. I’m sorry, I just can’t do this anymore
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You don’t need to be sorry, everybody is going to feel like that at some point, why are you depressed? X.