First, I’d like to say that I’ve never used a website like this before. I’m sort of nervous about posting this, even though that sounds kind of ridiculous. Recent events have led me here.
I’m going to say as much as I can without saying too much.
Basically, I’m fourteen, I’m a freshman in high school, and I’ve been suicidal since the sixth grade. I’ve attempted suicide three times and I’ve been self-harming since I was ten. I’ve been hospitalized more times than I can count on one hand and I’ve been through inpatient care once. Along with that, I go to therapy, I see a psychiatrist, and I used to go to group therapy. I’ve been diagnosed with major depression with atypical features, obsessive-compulsive disorder, and body dysmorphic disorder. Basically, these past few years have been complete hell and a lot has happened.
I’m nearing the end of my fourth day of freshman year. Over these past four days, I’ve realized a lot.
I’m afraid to keep living. I’m sinking so deep into depression and anxiety that I cry in the morning because I don’t want to live another 24 hours. I can’t focus, I can’t think clearly, I never feel fully awake, I feel like I’m stuck in a fucking nightmare. I have a killer headache from crying hysterically this morning. My thoughts are floating around my head and they aren’t making any sense, so excuse me if any of this doesn’t make sense. This all feels unfair, how I’m told to keep going and keep suffering and keep quiet about it so that everyone around me can act like it’s just not happening. My parents are tired of my crying, they’re tired of me hanging up notes on my door about how sad I am and how I was afraid to tell them, they’re tired of getting calls from my school to pick me up. They’ve recently told me that I need to basically stop being a moody, depressed, anxious teenage wreck and be normal. I need to go out, make friends, join clubs, and act like the past few years have never happened. I’ve never been so frustrated in my life. But this is never going to end, because I’m going to keep getting worse. I don’t have a choice as to whether or not I go to school. I can’t just not go to school when I have an anxiety attack.
It never ends. I’ve lost most of my will to keep fighting this. I don’t know if I can keep fighting. I’ve basically given up everything.
So I’m going to post this, and I’m probably going to take a shower a little bit later and go to bed. I’m going to get up, cry, and not tell anyone this time, so I don’t get into any trouble like I did today. And I’m going to keep dragging my lifeless body to school and home again until I eventually off myself.
It’s an inevitability at this point.
It’s a matter of time.
2 comments
Dear Young Dork,
Have you tried medication? It sounds like you have tried a lot of things but maybe there is a medicine that can stabilize you. High school was hard, every year, for me. But when I graduated I was a free bird! (pun intended) You’re so young, I hope your story doesn’t end this way. I hope things turn around. Don’t listen to the people telling you to change to make them feel more comfortable. It’s not like waking up and putting on a “happy” outfit today. Chemical inbalances are a reality and whether they want to admit or not, your being affected, unwillingly, by your mind. It’s not your fault, I know you’re doing the best you can. Try to keep going. Not for them, but for you. Maybe it’ll be worth it. Who knows, right?
Thinking of you,
bluefeathers
Today is my first time posting on this site or anything like it, too. I’m sorry to hear you’ve had such a rough time from an early start. Your story is a familiar one in some ways. I’m 22 now and still here… though I still wish for the big sleep, and might finally find it soon
However if you hang in there, you may enjoy the freedom that comes with growing older. Everyone is different, but your age is a really hard one (god do I ever remember), especially with all you have going on. I’m not saying it’s going to get better but things could be different when you can get more control of your life. I’m not a shining example of recovery but I made it through the day and maybe if you want help to make it through a day I can at least listen. I’m not saying life is for everyone but sometimes talking it out can make it less shitty til the day comes.