Being completely alone…it sucks. All of my friends have pretty much stopped talking to me, and they never want to spend time with me. In that time, i tried to get closer to my family…but they would rather watch tv than talk to me. I turn 18 next month, and i’m pushing myself to go on, see if anything gets better after i move out and start college. But i doubt things will change. I keep asking myself “What’s wrong with me?”. I’m pushing myself to keep going because i don’t want to be just another teen suicide story. There’s been too many of those. […]
I’m sure i’m not the only one here who puts on a fake smile, laughs, talks, and pretends to be a perfectly happy person. Everyone at school, besides my best friend, believes the act. I started cutting again 2 days ago. The wounds weren’t deep at all. If i hadn’t done as many as i did, they could pass for cat scratches. Since it’s winter, wearing long sleeves all the time isn’t suspicious. I prefer to anyways, though, because i have 4 years worth of scars on my arms (i didn’t used to have to worry because i had quit for almost a year so […]
I’ve been a member of this site for 2 days. When i posted my story of getting better, i thought it was a basic read kinda site. I didn’t know this was an ongoing support system. I’m so glad it is, i feel like i’ve stumbled upon a place where i’m not so alone. I’m 17, soon to be 18. I want to be a psychologist, so i can help others in pain. When i see posts on here of those feeling hopeless, all i wanna do is help, find a way to save their life. I still get suicidal thoughts myself. I’ve struggled […]
I woke this morning and the first thing i was thankful for was the fact that i joined this site last night and now i have a chance to try to help others get through what i did. And i am thankful for each of your lives, and the fact that some of you made it to this day. Today, try to forget all the bad things. Be thankful for what you DO have today, like this site, which is such a great support system. Have a great Thanksgiving everybody! You are loved.
I’ve struggled with depression since I was 12 years old. I wanted to die; I was scared of death, but I had no idea what else to do. I didn’t have friends and I was an outsider in my family. All my conversations with them turned to terrible arguments. I hated my life. At age 13, I began cutting myself. It kept me sane, and let me live without so much misery. Then my mom found out. I kept doing it, but soon my whole family knew. I quit, but the damage was done. My arms were badly scarred and the stares i got from […]