This is my first post. Honestly, never in my life did I think I’d be on a website like this but here I am. Not that there’s anything wrong with sites like this, I’m just usually too shy to do anything like this.
But I guess this is my story?
Since elementary school, I’d been struggling with self-esteem, self-confidence, depressive feelings, anorexic tendencies, and suicidal thoughts.
As time went by, it all only got worse and worse. And now, here I am, in high school and wondering which way I should kill myself. I recently moved in with my dad after more than ten years of not living with him. I tried to tell him I had a problem. I tried to tell him I needed professional help and about the thoughts that run through my head. At first, he believed me. He assured me we would find a professional to help me. But after a few months, he stopped believing me. He doesn’t think anything is wrong with me and doesn’t want to get me professional help. I’ve tried to be blunt with him and tell him I want to kill myself. I’ve tried to get him to understand that I’m not okay but nothing ever works. He thinks I’m fine and that he should just blame the people who raised me for being like this.
Last night, we were talking and he asked what I wanted to be. I said six feet under. And he basically told me, “If you want to kill yourself, just do it.”
I think I should.