life sucks. i hate being the one who’s always nice but then gets hatred in return. everyday of my life is just an other day of hell. i hate the life I’m living. i dont want to be here anymore. i just wanna die and disappear. but once im gone, everyone will now “love” me. truth is no one will miss me. no one would care. no one loves me. if they say they do it all turns out to be a lie.
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Just because people don’t seem to care, that doesn’t mean they don’t. Depression is a scary and amazing thing. It has… abilities… like no other illness. It can change and twist and alter the mind. It can make you believe what is quite obviously the opposite of the truth. You have trained yourself through depression to close yourself off to just about everyone. Where you are the one building walls around yourself for protection against the world, it’s very easy to misinterpret that as the world building walls around themselves to keep you out. If you feel like no one cares, try taking a risk and reaching out to someone. You may surprise yourself with just how much people care about your wellbeing.
how exaclty can i keep myself from killing myself? how will i able to be happy again and be the person i was before i fell into severe depression?
I can’t answer that. I don’t know your story. I don’t know the cause of your depression and I don’t know how long you’ve been dealing with it. The truth is, I’ve never found the answer to why we live and why we die, and what determines what happens in-between. But I think that’s just all the more reason to LOOK for an answer to life and happiness. If nothing else, at least it will give us both purpose.
Perhaps your key to happiness will begin with your tearing down of the walls you worked so hard to build. Seek someone out and talk with the. Not AT someone or TO someone, but to sit down and talk WITH someone. Talk as much as you listen and listen as much as you talk. Find someone you trust. You may feel there is no one, but there is always SOMEONE, it may even be someone you don’t expect.
A burden such as depression is crushing when you have to carry it alone.
my story is i was bullied and ever since from day 1 till nwo its killing me. i have bipolar depression type 2. i see no happiness or reasons for to live.
People will talk about you for like 1 week….and then you’re gone….it’s like you’ve never existed….When you think about death you’ll finally get to the conclussion that it will do no good,there’s a trilion ways to forget about everything without suicide.But still…you wanna do it…I’m just waiting to die from drug abuse….I KNOW that one day I’ll fall. The truth is that no one cares unless you’re dying…..you’re already in hell.
agreed. no one would care about you no one will love you unless you’re dead. when i dissapear i’ll then see who’ll love and care for me. and see if that would change anything.