If I hear this one more time, I might just go ahead and hang myself in the woods to prove that I am alone.
Not on this site (we generally understand suicide better) but on other support sites, tv ads and subway placards it has become a slogan as meaningless as McDonalds “I’m lovin it.” The truth is the majority of depressed/suicidal people are, literally, alone. I don’t care if there’s someone halfway across the world who feels the same way I do. We are still mutually alone. There is no one in the room with us. Just a computer screen and a bunch of 1s & 0s floating through the air.
Even this post is pretty pointless because you’re probably reading it in your own empty room, and you don’t need anyone to remind you how alone you are. As far as being alone “together”, I guess that’s the same as if we all had the plague. It doesn’t help one bit.
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Don’t worry, it gets better. Just hold on. One day, things will change. You just have to have the courage to try to be happy. Don’t forget to ask for help from the nice doctors. Pull yourself up by your bootstraps – defy gravity! If Bill Gates could do it, so could you. Everybody is here for you. Speak your mind! Don’t say bad words or be mean to people. Be you! Don’t focus on the negative. Think positive! Don’t let anyone tell you who you are. You’re a great person!
Screw it, let’s dismantle the whole thing and turn it into a fine puree.
Don’t forget to buy a Sad Meal from Burger King.
lmao if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were reciting lyrics from a Katy Perry song.
I would love to buy a Sad Meal from BK except that their food tastes like sh* But maybe that’s the point. Suicide by clogged arteries works as well as any other method.
Since a child I’ve been trying to kill myself some of the first methods I thought of were starvation, dehydration. But you know that would cause a lot of unwanted attention best to use just tried and true like bullet to the head. Although, today I’m thinking about taking scissors to my wrist veins and just snipping, or a very sharp knife to my face and slicing from the scalp to the chin and the peeling off the skin of my face.
“The courage to try to be happy”?
with all due respect, i have to state that when i was reading your post, i was not, in fact, alone. my cat, whom i adore, was sitting right beside me, in the “guard position”. sometimes it is she that gets me out of bed in the morning to face yet another challenging day. 🙂
I find the problem is yeah ok some of us may not be alone. I have my husband and a friend that are always there for me. But…..I’m alone. Even those that “feel the same” don’t. Everyone is different and their thoughts and their pasts really effect that. I sit here hours on end trying to explain how I feel to them and they say yeah they get it. But they don’t. I find to understand a mental disorder you have to feel it. And the problem with that is like I already stated everyone is different. So even in a room full of supportive people that are going through depression just like you…….you’re still alone because only you know and understand how you feel. Sure they can relate but relating isn’t the same as feeling.
The weird reality of the situation is that we can all understand each other, can relate feelings even just by body language. You can communicate your experience, how you feel, and I can visualize what you’re saying as though I lived the same experience and feeling. We didn’t evolve for millions of years as social creatures without building the capacity to share ourselves with one another. Mirror neurons are some crazy stuff, but that’s how they do.
The only exception is some of the psychotic disorders, I suppose. People have a hard time with that since it’s so far outside the spectrum of normal experience. I don’t think most people could relate to feeling hypomanic, either. That’s a real tragedy for me. Haha.
We are not alone if true in the context that there are other’s like us, We are alone when it comes to our end.
We’re also naked under our clothes.
It’s funny….that’s a thought I often have lol