I always think about it, ya know? How easy it could be. I’d just put the noose around my neck, and be done. But I can’t, because my mom would find me. I love her so much, I couldn’t do that to her. I can’t drive, so I can’t just go off a cliff and be done…
I have severe anxiety. Everything I encounter…it’s too hard to live with all of this. I used to think I was special, that I was an amazing writer and I had the potential to go somewhere. Not anymore. I feel below normal, some poverty-stricken punk with anxiety and depression…
I tell people about that, too. But the truth of the matter is, I’ve never been diagnosed. I’ve self-diagnosed, and that’s it. Sometimes I wish I could just talk to someone about it, a stranger, who wouldn’t judge me. I could text or email them, and they’d drop whatever they’re doing to talk to me….
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Hanging is only about 77% -88% effective which is 20% less than I would personally accept, oh yeah it can be painful. Sounds like you need to tell a parent that you would like to talk to a shrink for the anxiety that you are having, never lead in with suicide that question will always arise with a shrink.
Not only are they someone to talk with they can diagnose you and prescribe drugs if needed. The trick with a psychiatrist is if you don’t like them get another. This is also a pretty good place to find strangers to vent to and get cheep advise.