Well, I’ve been depressed for 6 months now. I’ve been on this site for 3 months. My life fell apart during the first month of this year. I’m cutting my loses and trying to move on. I’ve actually made attempts to try to better myself as a person. I’m been going to psychiatrist for 3 months. I’ve decided on taking driving courses. I’ve also went back to the gym. Still, life bullshit keeps raining down on me and I’m finding out that I am my biggest hurdle. I look in the mirror and I see an enemy. I’ve messed up more times then I can count when it comes with school, relationships, etc. My doctor and family are trying all they can to help me but in order to be helped the person who needs it has to want help. I don’t. I don’t want to listen to the “Life is worth living” song anymore. I don’t want to here that it gets better because for the past 6 months since I’ve been in this situation. I’m actually too tired. I’ve taken more steps back than forward. The only person I fear is myself. I don’t want to be around anymore. It’s getting to a point where I fantasize about it. I don’t have any use. I’m basically a failure so I’ve come to terms that it would be more humane of myself to show the last sign of aggression to be very quick and painless. No one can say I didn’t try. In the end, I’ll know at my final moments that I did try my best. That’s all that matters. It’s only a matter of months now. I’m sorry but I was never meant for this world. I never asked to be born. It’s better than living a life of misery. Why am I posting, I just want to confess to people that I tried to make my situation better, maybe I’m not trying hard enough or maybe it was never meant to be. One thing for sure, I want to let you know that I did make attempts to. I want to run away.
These are the final battles I’m fighting and soon, the dust will settle and I will be at peace.
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Very well written, I can definitely relate. Yeah there’s no doubt in my mind that I’ve tried my best. And yeah they can cram the it’ll get betters straight up their butts. It WAS better (for years) and I still felt tired and miserable most of the time. I’d like to bow out and let someone else take over; give someone else a chance.
That’s all we can do is try.. Try and also not be bitter or spiteful at those who are enjoying life. During this depression, I gave blood to help someone I know just in case they needed it for their ill child. In the end, it wasn’t needed and the child is out of the hospital recovering, but I know it will be used by someone else. Just to know that I helped save someone who I will never meet, who can probably live life better than I can, is getting a second chance at life because of me, I have done something good and selfless in this life. I hope who ever has it or will need it, I hope they value everything in life itself, not be negative and sad. It kind of reminds me of that movie with Will Smith, 7 Pounds. In the end, I may have taken my own life, but the person who has my blood is probably happy, living live and well. There’s a reason why they call it the gift of life. If that person is a happy person, they will never know that the blood donated to them was from a young man who was in a very dark place in his life.
This is how I gave. No, I’m no one special, I was never a prodigy, I was never good at anything. I was never a hero no matter how bad I wanted to be one. This is how I’ll leave my mark in this world.
Who am I? Just a human being.. one who is lost, weary, and is just fighting for a purpose and a reason.
It’s a frustrating war because even if we declare ourselves the enemy we haven’t identify anything.
If I am my enemy and the enemy is attacking, who and what are fighting?
I do not know the enemy, and as the enemy cannot know myself. All battles are lost.
“If you know the enemy and you know yourself, your victory will not stand in doubt; if you know Heaven and you know Earth, you may make your victory complete.†The Art of war
Heaven and Earth, “As above so below†That which is Below influences that which is Above, and that which is Above influences that which is Below. Whatever happens on any level of reality (physical, emotional, or mental) also happens on every other level.
When I change my outer objective experience my inner subjective experience is also changed and vice versa.
The objective world can create my subjective sense of ‘self’ – my subjective world can create my objective sense of self.
(Our current culture focuses on the objective extraverted world and devalues the subjective introverted one. So most people’s sense of self is created by outer forces which may account for the increase in the number of the depressed…)
Jungian philology has ladled the combatants as, shadow, animus, anemia, and weapon of choice projection.
As I understand it the shadow consists of our worst and best aspects of ourselves, the Anima the ability to feel, intuit, sense or “being†– subjective and Animus the physical, action, reasoning or “doing†– objective.
When these aspects are not integrated into the ‘self’ the tendency is to project them on to others and projecting, create conflict.
If I am the enemy to defeat myself I must know myself and knowing myself, become, integrating and taking responsibility for aspects of my ‘selves’ the good the bad and the ugly. I must reclaim my projections and make my own.
Thus the battle lines are drawn, objective experience pushing up against subjective experience, each creating the sense of self, each creating and distorting the other. Thus some aspect of our experience of self is always illusion.
All creation is also destruction and every destruction creation, this is the paradox of life, the root of all conflict and all hope.
Life requires death and death requires life.
A Subjective desire for death is the desire (often unconscious call) for change, the call to let go of the old and no longer working, and in letting go making space for the new, the “virgin birthâ€.
But as below so above and so this subjective desire for death which is really a call for growth can become objective act of suicide. To this extent we create our world.
the thing with being at war with yourself, there really isn’t any reason not to put down the weapons and take a break every now and then.
All of these comments are very insightful. Sadly I have made up my mind as I feel that the only way I can find peace is if I cease to be alive.