Two years ago my boyfriend of a year and a half started ignoring me. He ignored my texts, calls, avoided me in person and when I asked why he finally told me I’m “a fat ugly waste of space that doesn’t deserve to live” and I became depressed. I cut every day for nine months. I counted over 1000 cuts in less than a week. I drank bleach countless times in the hope of dying but it didn’t do anything. I stopped eating. I would just have dinner with my family so they wouldn’t suspect anything and it would have been a tiny portion. Voices in my head told me I was too fat for food and eating anything would make me fatter than I already was. I cried myself to sleep every night for nearly a year. All I wanted was to die. I didn’t try to get better because I thought I wasn’t worth it. That changed.. about four months ago I started talking to a guy I met and he made me promise to live until Christmas. I didn’t think it was possible. We’ve talked every day since and now I’m better. My blades have gone forever and I’m two months clean. After two years of pain and suffering I’m finally better. If anyone wants to talk, I’m here. I don’t care who you are or what your story is, I’m here x
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Very happy for you =)
Excellent! Thank you for sharing….
thanks π it feels so weird being happy again.. I’m just used to being depressed
Your ex is an a**hole , glad you opened your eyes again..
How truly sweet and thoughtful of you to post this. So happy for you that things got better.
And fuck your ex. People like that deserve nothing less than being gang raped by a pack of demons.
The prospect of recovery and amelioration of circumstantial and psychological states is reliant on the individual case. Your proclamation that things will get better does not encompass all of those circumstances, so it seems asinine to make a baseless, empty claim like that. I’m aware you’re coming from a place of compassion but such tasteless words aren’t very appealing, especially here where there are people in very serious positions that have very little chances of betterment. It’s almost mocking, in all honesty. Regardless, it’s nice to know that there are stories of recovery among this surfeit of hopelessness and misery.
Its always nice to hear a good story on here. I hope it keeps up for you.
All the best to you π
Never kill yourself over “love”… because people are douchebags.
Im 15years old started cutting myself after my mom die, my grandparents made me go to counseling it never work I went for 3 years to help me stoping cutting. I feel like my life is over I have no one to talk to about what im going though.HELP
I’m sorry about your mum, do you have kik etc so we can talk privately?x