Hello all, first time poster here, and I know not how long I’ll be around to post again.
I was born just as any other fortunate kid – to a loving family that deeply cared for me. When I was young, and growing up, I engaged in many of the same activities a kid from my time period engaged in: television, Nintendo, sports when the weather permitted, etc. I was never abused by my parents, and only received discipline when I stepped out of line (which I deserved). I was also a bit spoiled as I grew up – my mother brought in a salary of about 50-60 grand a year, and my father about 30 grand, so I had access to all sorts of video games, and toys, everything a kid could imagine. But despite all this, as I aged, things started to head south.
The constant reclusive behavior, enabled by the spoiling, led me to become the “fat kid” everyone knew in school. This would lead to problems down the line, which I will go into. But despite my gaining weight, I was happy, until I fell victim to sexual abuse by an older neighborhood boy when I was around 10-12 years of age. The abuse was frequent, and scary enough, and I never told anyone, because I was too afraid of being labeled a “******” by my family, and my friends, for being molested. Depression sunk in at a very young age, I started to withdraw more, cut my social contacts, and lock myself away.
Then, puberty struck, and high school. The absolute worst time in my life. I was bullied constantly, for my size, for my lack of friends (and when I became part of the outcast clique, for my choice of friends). Despite being viewed an outcast, and overweight, it did not stop me from getting into relationships with the opposite sex. Despite not going anywhere because I was too afraid at the time, it was a little boost, in a dark time, but the emotional torment of all of the bullying came to a head. The friends I did associate with, we smoked pot, and often times we would robo-trip, or snort percocets, to try and make it less painful. When I graduated high school, I disappeared, practically, and became lost in a life online, one where I felt fulfilled.
For the first time in a long time, there, I felt alive. I made friends, and formed relationships that fostered and grew, that are maintained to this day, despite never meeting them. However, even though I found worth somewhere, my real life, was suffering. When I turned twenty, I turned to a life of alcoholism. My depression had consumed me entirely. No drugs I took, to alleviate it, worked well enough to get my mind straight, and I took to self medicating. Many nights, I would often drink a liter or so of vodka, in the hopes of dying due to alcohol poisoning. This continued on for about two years, until I decided it was time to at least try.
For two years I struggled, trying to conquer my health problems, both physically and mentally. And for a while, things were working, but after that two years, hope began to dwindle. I hated the job I had been working at for four years – a soul crushing office job, with an asshole manager, and an even bigger dick of a boss, with a bunch of people I cared not to associate with. Not one year later, that February, I decided it was time to take my exit. I was only twenty five.
I purchased a 12 gauge shotgun, and stewed on the idea for a while, as February passed by. Many days, I thought of grabbing it, and just doing it, but for some reason, I held on. My friends kept me around. Near the end of the month, however, things got dark, but I finally saw a glimmer of light, and I desperately dashed for it.
I met someone, online. And she was absolutely amazing. Everything about her, her voice, her smile, her kindness, and genuineness… she was an angel, and she pulled me from that brink, despite her not knowing it. That april, we entered into an online relationship, and by October, I traveled across the country to be with her. I still remember that first day, so fondly, the awkwardly exchanged greetings, the hugs. I remember when we got back, how we embraced, and held each other for the longest time, and listened to music we had bonded over, and how we fell asleep.
For the six months we were there, things were great. It was magical. I never felt so alive before, in my real life. It was like a dream. When the daunting task of needing to move occurred, we traveled back across the country via car, and settled down back near I lived. We made a nice little home, she got a job in her field of study, finally, and things were improving… but the demons were coming back. And it was leading me to make poor decisions that restricted her social life.
We got engaged 6 months after we moved back, a year after we had been living with each other, and things were up and down from time to time, but were generally, alright. We were happy enough, we had paying jobs, and we loved each other, but depression, and anxiety, created an unhealthy life style. She enabled, and I kept her too close, and not a year and a month after we got engaged, she walked out on me, right before Christmas.
That was two months ago. And I’ve been desperately struggling to keep my head above water. But this 16 years battle, is taking it’s toll on me. I don’t find enjoyment in anything I used to do anymore. Her departure ruined my desire to read, to write, to game, to work, to exercise, to maintain myself, and to be honest, that’s okay. She was a once-in-a-lifetime event. Something you’ll have, and you’ll never see anything like it again. And that, coupled with the scars and damage I’ve endured over my battle with depression and anxiety, have led me to ultimately seek a way out, which I intend to go about soon.
But I’m going to give it one last try. Because I deserve to at least try for myself. I deserve to confront it, and not run, and try and come out alive. Whether I do, or not, I guess is up to fate.
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Welcome.
I’m glad you found the site.
Sorry to hear about all the things that have gone wrong. I can especially identify with the bullying, since I’ve lived through that too. It really does leave lasting scars, despite the ignorance of people who suggest we should “just get over it”.
But I hope we can all find a way to live with our scars.
Some days I can, other days… not so much.
At least people here tend to understand the struggle, which means a lot.
🙁 I met the love of my life online in a game, how silly right? He just recently stopped communicating with me. He was there for me when my daughters father was cheating on me and ignoring me and i was so alone and lonely. We talked for months before ever meeting. I fell in love with him just from his words before i ever met him in person. Truthfully i was so lonely then i may have fallen in love with a rock if it had shown me some attention, but he said all the things I always wanted to hear from someone. I started starving myself, (I’m also the fat kid) so that when i finally met him i would look ok, but while pregnant with my daughter and even after my depression and loneliness my eating had gotten out of control so even after 9 months of starving myself i wasnt a small girl, (ill never be that) he still made me feel loved for a while, im sure it was all an act. Ive seen pictures of the girls hes been with other than me and none ever had a weight problem. I was ready to move out of state to be near him and then he moved to a different state to live with his uncle. Didnt even tell me. He definitely started treating me differently then i guess i was dumb for hanging around but i love him. I made the trips to see him i wouldve done anything for him. I found a picture of a girl he took in his phone one visit there werent any pictures of me. He tried to get me to buy him a computer would get mad if i wouldnt give him my meds, would ask me for money. Just saying this stuff to someone makes it pretty obvious that he never loved me. I guess im just dumb. I kept hoping hed go back to acting how he did before, but really i guess that was before we ever met. It was probably the weight thing. Im sure if i had been thin and hot he would have worshiped me like men always worship hot girls. I saw this thing that said “The right attention from the wrong individual during a lonely time can fool you into thinking they are the one.” I guess thats what happened. Maybe. I just wish i could stop loving him. Honestly i wish i was prettier and skinny and hot and that he’d love me and treat me great, but that will never happen, so I just wanna die. He’s not the cause of my depression or my suicidal thoughts, he’s just helping to make it worse.
I know how you feel, darklytwisted, about suffering with weight issues. I have found out why I kept gaining weight, and since getting the proper medication, I’ve been shedding weight like crazy… but it probably doesn’t help that I feel so sick to my fucking stomach sometimes that I don’t eat. And I’m sorry you went through that. I met my ex-fiance on a game, too, and I just wish I could have taken care of myself earlier in life, to prevent myself from screwing it all up.
I hate it.
But remember, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I’m sure he found you beautiful, despite your weight problems, just as my ex-fiance found me beautiful. I got really lucky, too, with her, and I still can’t believe it is all gone.
Its hard to let go when you love someone so much isnt it? Even though it had been months since id seen him just him stoping communication with me recently makes it real finally. I dont want it to be real. But it is. I keep telling my self he was just a beautiful dream and a horrible nightmare. And its over now. I have to learn to accept that some how.
Even if i dont think ill ever be able to…
I think you will find a way to accept it. I have started accepting it, bit by bit, day by day, but it’s still hard, and it’s still a sudden shock to the system. If you need to talk, I’m here for you. Maybe I can help someone, at least.
Thank you 🙁 depression and broken hearts don’t mix well together. I found this site while researching methods. But it is helping to talk to people who go through the same kinds of emotions. If nothing else it distracts me from acting on anything right now
I found this site while researching methods, too, and I found my way out, should I go down that path. If you ever need someone to talk to, reach out. Camaraderie can due wonders to heal. I’ve had a hard time keeping myself distracted, personally. I’ve lost interest in many things I used to love.
I know what you mean, i cant even play the game i loved so much because he’s still on it and i dont want to see him in chat. I was distracting myself by watching my favorite show, but i just caught up on all the episodes and now its a week between each new episode so that doesnt do much. This site is the most distraction ive had in the past 2 days before that i was constantly looking up methods and i guess i decided on one though ill probably screw it up. Its more hardcore than anyway ive tried so far so i hope it works when i do get to that point.
Yeah, I know how that goes. I shared so much with her, that I just don’t want to play those games, or read those books, watch those movies or shows, listen to the music… it all just hurts too much for me to handle. I’ve fallen back into smoking, here and there, and it helps alleviate some of the pain, but it can’t be maintained. It sucks, so tremendously.
The only good thing about him being long distance i guess is that we never shared much together, it always bothered me because I wanted that with him. To be able to watch tv or a movie together but we couldnt do that. I guess its good though now that its over because i still love my favorite show because I never watched it with him so I don’t get sad when i watch it. I just need 1,000,000 episodes of it and ill be fine. Lol
Consider yourself lucky you didn’t share much with him outside of the game. My life has been a living hell since she left.
Yeah 🙁 i guess it is a blessing in a way. It would suck if he ruined shameless for me along with breaking my heart
Im sorry you have lost all of the things you enjoy. Maybe there are things that youd like that you havent tried yet that she has no connection with
I picked up guitar after she left. It has helped me hang on, but just day by day, it wears on me more and more. It’s like a nightmare, and I just want it to end.
I bought one to try and teach myself but its just another thing i fail at, i know what you mean i want it to end too. I havent heard from him in 3 days since he blocked me and just got a text saying “I hurt myself today.” Its after 3am so that means he’s drunk. And that this is probably a ploy for attention and is only temporary. I dont think i should even respond because he’ll just suck me back in and when he spits me out in a day or teo the pain will start all over again. Its like he waits for the scab to begin to cover up all the scars he’s left and then he rips it off to keep the wound fresh then leaves again…
I bought one to try and teach myself but its just another thing i fail at, i know what you mean i want it to end too. I havent heard from him in 3 days since he blocked me and just got a text saying “I hurt myself today.” Its after 3am so that means he’s drunk. And that this is probably a ploy for attention and is only temporary. I dont think i should even respond because he’ll just suck me back in and when he spits me out in a day or teo the pain will start all over again. Its like he waits for the scab to begin to cover up all the scars he’s left and then he rips it off to keep the wound fresh then leaves again…
Persistence, darklytwisted. Practice. It will allow you to get good at the guitar. I have ham for hands but I plug away at it for two hours a day, sometimes more, and I make progress playing tunes.
As for him, don’t respond to him. Don’t let him suck you back in. Talk to someone else instead. Do something nice for yourself!
I hate that someone who cares so little has this much of an effect on me, my stomach is now in knots
I know… and I’m sorry that you are going through this. I wish there was more I could do to help you.
Its ok, coming here helps, its better than lying in bed just letting my brain drive me crazy
Yeah, that’s for sure! I wish it was simpler.
I met my husband online thirteen years ago. When I thought it was over, he showed up with a two Cockatiels, a cat and twenty seven boxes of books. Best IM request I ever accepted. Things are truly going sour but hope remains that I can return the favor the guy that saved my life over a decade ago. The jury is still out.
Is there any possibility of patching things up?
As for once in a lifetime, I have had several once in a lifetimes. Walk forward long enough eventually someone stand in your path waiting to take your hand again. Still, even with this optimistic ideal when he leaves me I am unsure I will ever find someone quite like him. But why would I?
She has said there is no possibility of patching things up. She’s always ran from the larger problems in her life. She’s never resolved anything serious like what we went through. She had a failed engagement before me, too, because she ran from her problems.
I know I’m not lucky enough to find a second once-in-a-lifetime.
gosh I’m sorry. Luck has nothing to do with it. Walking forward does though. She is waiting, but you won’t meet her unless you start walking. Along the way just live life in preparation.
Hopefully I can find the strength to walk.
Why no stick around and read the posts? I promise you there are a lot of compassionate people who have maybe not exactly stood in your shoes, but stood in similar shoes.
My brain hurts. I’m going to go to sleep now. Night. HDS
I’m going to lurk for a while. I at least want to try. Sleep well, HDS.