Some people are just clueless about depression and suicide. They just say “oh pick yourself back up” if only it was that simple. If it was that simple no one would commit suicide. They have no idea how difficult it is just to make it through a day without falling all apart. So maybe its better to keep it inside until it kills you. Until you kill yourself. Until it all ends.
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I expressed the same thing in one of my posts before. I couldn’t agree more with you
I agree with you, some people can never understand what it feels like because they have never been in that place, and even if they have been, everyone’s situation is different so they do not truly know how that person feels.
There are some people who do care and understand. It is just hard to know that when you are so upset. Please stay strong.
Tell it like it is – nothing more true. And after comes the BS quips “WE HAD NO IDEA – WE SAW NO SIGNS”.
People who have never felt like this have no room to say anything like that. My best friend committed suicide 2 weeks ago today.Worst pain I have ever felt, I have a hard time getting up in the morning and just being happy. Its never good to keep things inside. I want everyone in this whole world to know that there is ALWAYS someone out there for you. You are loved. Things may be feeling crappy now but I promise you things will get better. I don’t like people feeling like this, I don’t like people thinking about taking their own life. When someone commits suicide it leaves everyone else just as depressed as that person was. It tears people apart. Life is so precious and what you make out of it is what makes it so great. We all have bumpy roads, it gets better. I promise.
life is hard and easy, we are here for a reason… i wish i knew what
Sorry to be Debbie Downer, but, I’ve had bumpy roads for 35 years. I’ve done so much to try to turn my life around. I’ve been in therapy since the age of 10, when my parents divorced. I’m a single attractive (now) female… 40 y/o but mistaken for early 30’s. 115, 5’6, intelligent, decent job. By all appearances “normal” and desirable.
I’ve endured multiple plastic surgeries to undo the facial scarring inflicted by my mother; and later, the self-inflited mutilation in her absence. Despite many years of ‘fixing’ myself, I think I’ve given up… Despite the improved physical appearance and self-confidence that has accompanied my surgeries, I’ve realized that I am still deeply scarred on the inside. Also, no one wants a broken woman with no family (all deceased), and no matter how much work I’ve done on myself, inside and outside, I’ll never fit in. I’ll never, ever, be “normal”. Although at 40 I’ve learned THERE IS NO NORMAL, but I’ve also learned that there’s a point of no return. When you’re younger, you have an opportunity for forgiveness, you have an opportunity to partner up and possibly start a family. I see so many young people, imperfect people who embrace their freakiness and move beyond it… I was never able to do so. I thought I’d be young forever. I didn’t want my own family. I thought I could be independent and strong. Independent and strong = loner = freak. And once you pass the youthful window of opportunity, you’re branded with the scarlet letter “F” for FREAK.
If you’re on this site and young, get your shit together, no matter how difficult. Find a mentor. Use your uniqueness, it can get you out. When you’re older, there’s no escape. My escape is “the bag”. After this long, after this many years of suffering, there’s no hope. All of my friends are paired up, everyone I know even 10 years younger than I am is paired up. The truth hurts. I’m simply broken.
I’m gathering more info and planning my final exit sometime between 12/12 and 03/13. The little money that I have will be left to animal rescue groups. At least my life will leave some positive impact in the world.