I guess I’m just confused. I can’t even decide what to write. I don’t feel like cutting anymore, or even killing myself. I don’t even feel like being dead. I suppose this means the cymbalta’s working. I just don’t want to live. I still have panic attacks daily and thats really the only time I actually feel connected to the world around me. The rest of the time I feel like a real person sitting in a cartoon movie – almost like I’m looking down on everything.I keep making mini suicide attempts though (overdosing, ect.) that I know won’t actually kill me. Part of my brain says its because stupid and just simply want attention. But its the reason why I want attention that makes it interesting. I just want people to realize that I’m not ever going to be happy here and that I only stay to not hurt them. I wish they would just let me go so I could stop feeling guilty and finally off myself. Living just for other people isn’t a life at all.
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There ain’t no life nowhere, I’ve been given it all and I’m still not happy. I want to give it back but they won’t see me anymore
Stop living for other people and live for yourself.
Seems like you want healing instead of death.
Someone to care and be there for you.
And you actually do need at least one personal reason to live.
Have you let them know how you feel in conversation?
I have no personal reason to live – ive looked for 5 years. now i just want people to agree with me instead of me fighting to find myself for the good of them. my mom i told once or twice – the first time during a meeting with my psyciatrist. y does that matter?
Your on Cymbalata! Be very careful, that drug made me try to kill myself. Its the worst and if you ever decide to discontinue treatment dont stop suddenly like I did. Tapper it down.
I don’t want this to seem like we’re comparing pain, but I noticed that most of the folks on here have actually been to a doctor and have meds. I’m to afraid of being locked away to tell anyone that could really help me. I always kinda figured I would just do something crazy one day and the state would commit me. How did y’all let others know? Or did they find out some other way?
I’m a qualified professional who is able to hide his problems well. There is no way a doctor is going to challenge me because I’m still a force to be reckoned with. They can only commit you if your a danger to yourself and the public. They can’t permanatly lock me away because that costs money, I know what I am doing and will make a conscious decision about my future and there are much worse people out there. I always suggest a medication and they just prescribe it. That doesn’t always work because I get things wrong sometimes. I know enough to help myself more than they can.
I was in a psych ward for 3 weeks 2 months ago after an episode were I cut my hair, flip shit at people and overdosed. ( my friends called 911). i can honestly say it was the most helpful thing ive done yet. youth workers, nurses, teachers and psychiatrists in the ward help create a treatment plan for me and although im still going through hell i have a better support system than ever (*hence the guilt to live). I have been dealing with acute anxiety and major deppression for 5 years. when iwas almost 16 my boyfriend at the time was the only one that knew i was deppressed (due to spending so much time with me and being the only person i have ever told things to without a second thought). he dragged me – literally – into our school counsellor who ended up calling a suicide prevention group who i was required to meet with weekly. eventually the counsellor made me tell my parents who did not believe their daughter was suicidal and yelled at me. that was the start of the tough part. after that untill i graduated i was pushed from therapist to doctor to psychologist to psyciatrist again and again. by grade twelve my parents believed me and tried to help. that was such a wieght lifted. the pysch ward stay was the time of discovery of my illness for my extended family whom i am still not comfortable with.
the point f my little history is that telling someone will start you on a new path that will have its own difficulties but also – if you stick with it – have great benifits such as feeling the support of loved ones again. its worth it. at least it will help them to try and comprehend you. also, just to reassure you, most inpatient places are short term (2/3 weeks) and simply to stabalize you. lots of suicide attempts can end up in them however most (from my experience) are peple with cronic mental illness such as borderline, bipolar, ect. some of those people visit the ward every month for a couple years cuz thats how often they relapse – but its that hospital time that stands them up again. long term is only for people who cant function in the world.
my advice – trust the system and let it help you. trust your family and let them love you. and finally trust yourself and let some control go. cuz i garentee its even more hopeless when isolated.
Uselessgirl is absolutely right.
The fact I can’t really tell anyone (I don’t even know if any of this is real, I might be making this sight up in my head just to have somewhere to write this) has left me nervous. My hands shake all the time and I makes me look scared around people I’m completely comfortable with. I can only imagine how bad the shakes would get if I told someone, or if I tried to have it stoped.
That’s good advice uselessgirl, but I can not trust the system, I’ve been locked up before.
I can’t trust my family, Most of them bother me trying to score dope.
And if I let anymore controll of my self go, I’m afraid I’d have nothing left to hang too