All these posts you may read about suicidal people being “attention seeking f***s”. It’s probably me and others like me that cause these assumptions to be made. I don’t deserve the attention I’m asking for. And yet, here I go, once more posting on this site. Once more whining about my perfect life….
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EasilyHopless, I saw your last post and wanted to comment on it. After having spent a lot of emotional energy on a comment for someone else’s thread, I just felt like I couldn’t. I definitely wanted to address a few things though cause you’re worth it.
1. You don’t have to have bad things happen to you to be depressed and suicidal. I grew up privileged and loved as well, and yet my life has been a hopeless black hole since I was 7. I had biochemical disorders that ruined all the things I should have been enjoying. My mind attacked itself, and there was no room for happiness when the chemicals were so imbalanced. You don’t have to validate your depression with “X happened to me or Y told me I was worthless”.
Everyone’s suffering is their own, and biochemical suffering is just as valid as situational.
2. Love hurts. Losing love hurts even more. The loss of love has led me to the train tracks before (got picked up by cops and sent to a psych ward), so I know how bad it hurts. There is no way to describe it to someone who hasn’t experienced it, but losing that connection is equivalent to a drug withdrawal. That kind of loss turns everyone’s world upside down, so you’re not selfish for being broken by it.
3. Love yourself. Seriously, calling yourself a whore is unacceptable. You have inherent value as a human, and nothing you do will ever change that. You aren’t selfish for being in pain, you’re not entitled, and you’re not a bad person. The entire point of this website is to vent and receive support. You’re among the broken here, and no one judges you.
You’re valuable, because if you weren’t I wouldn’t bother spending my time typing this up. Nothing is as tragic as self hate because it’s usually the most skewed and illogical type. We are all our own worst critics, and the only way to make it through is to cut yourself a break.
No one is perfect, and everyone has hurts. Yours are valid. Please be nicer to yourself, ok?
Thank you, for reading the whole thing- I know it was long. And thank you for your comment. It’s given things to think about. But, some philosophies are hard to change when you’ve perfected them. The thing of love is that it was never lost. It’s just a hopeless cause. He was never really interested. But he knows he can use me, I don’t think he would, and that makes it worse.