i hate my life, it sucks, everything goes wrong but i guess im skipping a bit too far ahead so here from the start; when i was a little girl my mom and dad split up, he cheated we never spoke they never spoke, growing up he wasent there they never bothered then when i was about 7 he appeared again started wanting to see us we did an had frequent contact this was amazing, i never got along with his wife, i hated her and she had a strong opinion on me, this made it hard to see my dad again , again we stopped speaking, i was quite close with my mother instead an she was an amazing mother and typical parent but this is all about to change, i lost my bestfriend when i started high school this was hard but i had close friends to help, then things started going around about me always a new rumour i didnt want to be here anymore ever i just wanted it to end, them to leave me alone, i fell out with friends etc, then things got better but my mom.. that got worse she become drinking more an more leaving me responsible for my younger brother, every weekend she was out i had to put jake to bed, this isnt as bad now but i still have quite a big responsibility, by thi spoint i was also cutting alot, i met a girl over the internet, we spoke she is now my bestfriend an helps so much although weve never met i feel like ive known her my whole life but her fam doesnt approve ofo her speaking to me this makes it hard too. i cut yes, im depressed yes, i hurt yes, i keep it a secret yes, i want to die yes. this is my story and this is me.
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Wecome, & best to you.
Alcoholic family. Cutting.
We’re used to it pretty quickly. We can even make humor about it sometimes. The outside world doesn’t understand. I don’t have enough courage to do cutting, although I may be getting old enough to do some suicide fairly soon. Yes, it takes courage to do what you do even if it’s not advisable to do it. I hope you can find someone to talk with face-on, as a screen has its limitations.
thankyou its hard but i should be ok i hope
So many people suffer in silence, this really is not a productive course of action. I understand that your mother drinks heavily, but do you think she wants you to die? Perhaps she can help you if you can open up enough to tell her?