I feel as though I’m only living for everyone else. My kids, my husband.
I’ve struggled my whole life with abuse, depression, self hate, anxiety.
I’ve attempted suicide 4 times, and managed to somehow still be alive. Another set of failures.
I can’t tell anyone how I really feel, and I just came here to let it out.
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Yup, same here, and I know exactly how you feel. I live just to do what is asked of me by everyone else. I give my time, my love and my money to my lazy useless husband and he treats me like his caretaker, whore and banker and gives nothing in return. I have no children because no one in their right mind wanted a piece of crap like me until I was too old to have them. Abuse, Depression, Self-Hatred and Stress seem to be the normal for me as well. You are not alone, but It would be nice if there were none of us out here that had this state of being.
My heart breaks to know others suffer like me
Nothing wrong with living for others. Are you not getting recognized for it?
Blub, I don’t think anyone really knows what I’m feeling, so how could they recognize me for that. I definitely keep my feelings hidden from my children especially. I just wish I could feel a reason to be beyond them. Like if they had never come to be, I’d still want to live. I worry constantly about this evil disease running through my head. Worry that one day it will live in theirs as well.
Very distraught today, I feel as though I’m not making any sense.
Oh, I see. Yeah, sometimes I’d like to tell people, “you know I’m only sticking around to not hurt you,” but that would probably just make things worse. But I think it.
Oh I’d definitely never say that, but I certainly do feel it.
why are u the sidewalk queen?
Sidewalk Queen = The Ice Cream truck lady. Duh. All the kids know that.
Those are the kids that we hear about on the news — abducted. Duh. All the paedo survivors know that.
killswitchon your not suicidal so why you here
donnie ur a fuckin idiot. why are you here?