I am so lonely that I don’t know how to deal with it anymore. Been like this for 6 months and it’s getting worse now that I’m at my parents’ house. I miss my ex even though our relationship lasted like 2-3 months. Sometimes I wonder if I miss him or I miss the feeling of being in a relationship.
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You’ll have that after any break up, though I have to ask. You say back at your parents house, but 16 where were you living previously?
I live with my sister who’s 22 in a city not so far away because I’m in a medical highschool which doesn’t exist in my hometown and we live in our apartment.
You will miss the feelings of being in a relationship. The first time I lived with a boy , we only dated a month. He cheated on me, beat me, so I ultimately left. It sucks, it hurts for a while, but you can’t let a relationship break you down. I know from experience. After I went back home to my parents and drank half a bottle of Ny-Quil ( Not a smart idea) because I was so devastated over what happen. I wanted to die. But when I arrived at the hospital, I had my family and close friend be with me. After that I had to go to a mental health place where I stayed over night, and let me tell you that was not a pleasant experience. I realized that no relationship is worth hurting yourself over. After I came home from the mental home ( which luckily I told them I did not want to kill myself and that I drank the Ny-Quil because I was sad in the moment so they let me go home) I started to work on myself. I hung around friends, got out, I did drink a lot though. Over time I started to heal from the pain I was in. In the end I was happy, that I did not have to be in a toxic relationship. I eventually ended up being with my crush from last summer, and now we are happily engaged.
The moral of the story is good things come to those who wait. Pain may seem like it will last forever, but it doesn’t. There is a light at the end of the tunnel.
It seems that the hospital you were in takes good care of their patients. My cousin that overdosed on benzos was discharged soon after the incident. A week or two later (I think, not so sure tho) he hung himself. Really makes me wonder how bad our system is.
Half a year ago I drank a glass of fabric softener, I knew I wouldnt die, I just didnt know how to tell my parents I needed help. I heard two nuns talking to each other. One asked: should we send her to a mental hospital? The other said: Nah, it’s just one glass, there’s no need.
I’m fine now. I don’t get strong suicidal thoughts or urges like I did before, but it sure is hard. I do have great friends who help me a lot but it’s never enough for me to be happy.
I can’t do much about it but i manage somehow.