I am all empty inside. I have no friends. I don’t go to school anymore… the things I enjoyed in the past now look dead to me. I tried to end my life while I was on medical treatment for severe deppresion, and I was on a therapist treatment. For a funny coincidence, I ate bad pizza before I took 4 or 5 complete boxes of random medicine I found at home. My stomach was exploding, my heart went all crazy, and at 3:00 am when I thought I was going to die from a heart attack or something, I threw up because of the pizza. Fainted, I passed the whole night in the bathroom not knowing if I’d wake up again. My little brother woke me up, he was worried about me. I guess, by his look, he found the suicide note I left on my desk the night before. It was a 5 page cry of despair, and too much for a little 10 year old little brother to handle. After that, I stopped my depression treatment. I never asked my brother about the note. And I never will.
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i guess it’s true what they say, god comes in many forms
I’m glad you made it. You mentioned that you’ve stopped your treatment. Maybe speaking with a therapist (no medication) can help you feel less empty? I know what it’s like to feel alone… and be alone. It can make things 100 times worse.