I’m sick of the drugs and pills, the panic attacks, the hatred, the lies, the abuse, the blood, the scars, the hospitals. Most of all: I’m sick of life. Why even try when nothing has gotten better? Why should I even get up in the noting if the day always ends with pain? Why should I go on when nothing anybody says helps? Why do people lie to me and say they care when they just end up leaving? Why should I even bother when nobody cares?
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I’m sorry, no one should have to feel that way. I can relate in some ways. The pain, the panic attacks. No one understood. They kept telling ” just get over it” but it’s not that easy, is it? Please don’t give up though. Keep talking to us on here. I know venting helps me. You aren’t alone, i promise