If I can’t live a happy life, then I don’t want to live at all. I’m miserable, I don’t know how much longer I can wait to he happy.
The days get harder to keep going, there’s so much temptation to hold on for the day everyone says it’ll all get better. Maybe I was just meant to be unhappy.
Everyday the temptation to end my life taunts me. I just have to keep thinking that it’s a beautiful day, why ruin a day like this for my family?
Hi everyone, I would just like to share the first step I’ve made for my 6year long major depressive disorder, I’ve been pretending I’ve been okay for the past 6 years I’ve dealt with my depression and suicidal thoughts since I was 11. And yesterday was my first therapy appointment, I’m ready to be happy.