I’ve been wanting to kill myself for the past few days. I’m not healthy. I should talk to my psychiatrist and get my meds changed, but I don’t have the money to get new ones. I shouldn’t live. My moods flip-flopped for a day and then settled on depression. I can’t get out. Nothing is worth it. Not even my son, and he usually is. I can’t even cry anymore. How pathetic is that?
OK, so I really need to just talk. This isn’t a suicide note or me asking for help to die, it’s just that my emotions are overwhelming and I need to get them out. Lately I’ve been terrified and scared and anxious. This post is going to get a little out there, but…..I am a survivor of every type of abuse with the exclusion of incest. I recently started having massive trouble with PTSD. I’ve also recently been diagnosed with bipolar depression. I am massively into BDSM. So much so that I have a Master and I am a slave. My Master doesn’t know I’m […]