my depression started when i was nine i figured out what had happend to me i was sexually assulted by parents i was put in foster care adopted into a family that is the reason of my pain and cutting and suicidal thoughts and many attempts they hate me they hate the way i dress my music everything about me they basically call me an attention seeking whore and when i cut i feel nothing and death hasnt taken my soul yet simply because i do not have one worth taking i feel like im drowning but not dying this is slow and painful life and i cant handle it suicide and cutting is all i think about getting out of bed everyday is a struggle living is a struggle and no matter what i do i can win agaisnt it
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I’m sorry to hear about your early life experiences; it is certainly understandable that you are depressed.
It is also understandable that you want to die.
I would argue however that the death your psyche longs for is not a physical death but an inner death. A letting go of attitudes, beliefs, past that is preventing the self from becoming.
The truth is life is a continual series of death and resurrections.
Early in your life you were abused and betrayed and the child self died and the self that was born is mistrustful of life. Mistrustful of theâ€life death life†cycle you will do anything to avoid experiencing that again. Avoiding the experience you remain stuck, and stuck you misunderstand your longing for death.
Your way out is not up but down. You must confront your experience
You hurt and struggle anyway so might as well look your pain straight only then will you be able to detach yourself from you past and let go of those attitudes that are getting in your way.
The confrontation of your experience will be a death, your current sense of self, your ego, is attached to the identity of the past so won’t go easily, but this time, if you remain conscious, the self that is reborn might be someone you like hanging around with.
thanks but i may let go of my past but the family that adopted me also plays a big part in my depression my mom calls me horrible names along with my sisters i cant let go of that when everyday thats what they do