Hello lovely people,
I am breathing. Why I do not know. Breathing is one of the few vital things we need to survive. I don’t wish to survive. I wish to be six feet under. Yet I continue breathing. Sort of a vicious cycle. I breath to live, even if I do not want to. Of course mental suffocation would be a horrible way to go, but it is still a way. Sorry for reading my thoughts. I truly hope your day (night) is better than mine.
-M
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You’re right, but and I’ve started to have breathing problems too. Still my body ensures that I breathe. My chest is so heavy right now and I can’t get rid of the fear, its just increasing. Therapy is getting worse, I fear even more when I see my therapist. I have deleted the photo of my therapist which I had in my phone because it makes me feel sick about myself. I hate myself and want to go but I can’t, my family will not get over me for years and everybody has so many problems already.
I just joined in here as a member, please let me know if what I’ve writen here is inappropriate.
Hi friend <3
I must admit my week is probably going about as poorly as yours, however I wanted to tell you something.
From someone who has been on the edge for a very long time I wanted you to know that there isn't a reason for why you are breathing except what you make of it. There is no pre-design for what is right or wrong, nothing that said being born into a shitty situation is how you should have came into this world but that doesn't mean it will always be bad .<3
My best advice is to try and make friends with people, they can be a lot more receiving than one would expect. I for the most part hate everyone around me, but there are a few that make my world go round. (All of them are friends)
I'd love to be your friend if you'd let me (:
Ya its a vicious cycle ain’t it?