I googled “suicide loneliness” and came across this web site. I scrolled across the page, read three stories-one of hope, one of struggle, one of demise. Something in me twinged, felt the urge to create an account, write this…whatever this is. And the worst part about it is that I have a test tomorrow that I should be studying for right now. Guess that’s the point of this message though. To explain why when having every reason in the world not to feel lonely or suicidal, I still do.
There’s tons of different reasons for loneliness. Some of us suffer from mental illness, some of us just aren’t understood or accepted as what society deems acceptable, and, in my case, some of us pushed away away people from our pasts or avoid new opportunities. Because we massively f-d up in the past and ruined relationships that mattered most. Or can’t stand people saying they know what we’ve been through. Or worse, pretend like we’re just like them. Because we look just like them. Do our hair and makeup every day. Get through school and work like them. Go to their same parties. I don’t know why I do it. I was diagnosed with depression a few years ago. Depression is real. It hurts many people. And some people get helped by therapy. But for me, it didn’t fix what I felt. A deep, black hole filled sometimes with regret. Disgust. Disdain. Or nothing. For me, feeling nothing is worse than feeling pain. It’s empty. It’s lonely. And for years I have tried to keep tricking myself and others around me into believing I’m happy. Or that I have a one in a million shot in the dark at being happy after everything. That I feel emotion. Positive emotions, of course. For their own happiness. So they don’t have to frantically fret about asking what’s wrong, or for me to explain how I feel nothing but lonely in a crowd of people I’ve known forever and it’s sickening me and I want it to get better or all just come to an end. It’s hard to tell people you just want it all to end when they don’t understand what it’s like to be so lonely. That’s why I’m here. Writing a random note to an ether space explaining why I feel so empty. And I’m not sure how to make it better.
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Hello Iblamemyself,
Sorry it took so long to comment…but full moon last night…say no more…hahaha
You are very welcome here on SP…I got here a year ago much the same as you…I just googled suicide though…was seriously thinking about another attempt and knew it wasn’t the answer. Kinda a war between my emotional mind and my rational mind. Some therapist told me that was my whole problem…that “normal” people have what is known as the “wise mind”…the mind that takes from a and adds to b…and out pops c She told me that I had no wise mind…backhanded insult if you ask me…hahaha…but that I was either all emotional or all rational…almost like there were really two of me instead of just one. If she ever really got to know me…she would know how very close she came to the truth…lol
So yeah…there will be lots of folks that can relate to you…but it takes time sometimes…so if you would like…settle in…read other posts while you wait…comment on those you can make a connection with or have something to offer…create a new post to explain more about what you are feeling or dealing with..ya know…a wee bit more background…and know that we do care and want to help…just gotta figure out what kinda help you would like or need. It can get better…with time it will get better…and with work it will continue to get better…that is all I can offer you right now…hope. I have suffered from melancholia for over 50 years myself..in as much as I am never really not depressed…but even I have had a lot of success in healing and changing.
You are Welcome here
Peace
Amakua