That Pain

Hi, call me Kninea, and no that’s not my real name. We were told to not use them so this is my username now. Some of you have found this website the same way I did. Through a book, things like smooth passages. I have dealt with my own version of depression. Hasn’t everyone at least once in their life? I, myself, have fleeting moments of depression, but those moments are almost unbearable. I have decided to tell you my opinion on depression. I, honestly, have contemplated suicide, but I wouldn’t want my family to go through the pain I go through. That’s the only reason I haven’t done it yet, because I don’t wish this pain on someone else. I have had my own share of pain, maybe yours is worse, maybe it’s better than mine, but none of that matters. What does matter is the simple fact that you only get to live this life once. Yes I know that this doesn’t matter to some of you, but to others this is all you can hang onto. For some people it is that one person or those few people who completely understand every single thing you’re going through. That’s what you have to hold onto in this world. I’ve found that helps, finding something to hold onto, something that means enough to you for you to stay. Well, that’s all for now. I really hope this helps someone because I’ve gotten better. You’re not alone. I used to cut myself. I grew up around cutting because that’s what my sister did. Both my cousins did it. One of my friends cuts herself and so does my best friend. We’ve all learned to stop. We all learned that there are other ways to deal with the pain inside. That pain that just rips at your chest and leaves you silently sobbing on your bed room floor. That horrible pain that pushes you closer and closer to the edge. Yeah, I’ve had that pain before.
~Kninea