Coping Skills

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Body positivity vs body negativity

  July 8th, 2015 by Kanis

To be Honest- i don’t think I’m suicidal but I can tend to surprise myself. I’ve always been okay with my body till I hurt myself and started weighing more than I should. It started to make me more conscious when family would make a general comment.”you’ve gone big haven’t you?” it’s been a few years and since last year I made new friends and they would boost my confidence. My current partner boosts my confidence. My family bring me down and it’s worst because it hurts so bad and I try to change and make a difference but I’m so private about my feelings and …

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Yellow Pic

  July 8th, 2015 by Parsley5267

I don’t honestly do not know why I am even writing this. Big brother can watch me have my nervous breakdown, I  guess. It was not at all in my intentions to be one of those people who threaten their selves with their lives when things get hard. That’s weak, right? Although, I’m struggling to understand that, it makes your mentality to have strenuous strength to cope with the inevitability. Here’s the kicker, I am 16. I haven’t even lived to have the urge to end it, right? Ahhhhhhh, or maybe it could be the raging hormones and the typical teenage babble like, he said …

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Hurting. Tired of living.

  July 6th, 2015 by arm79

This is a long story, so please be patient as I try to explain everything.

I was in a long-term, long-distance relationship. Early June made four years, but at the end of June we decided to “take a break.”

He lives in Canada (let’s call him John) and I’m in the United States (I’ll call myself Jeff). About a year ago we had a discussion and decided that he would try to find a job and move to be with me in the U.S. This was at about the three-year mark of the relationship and I remember saying at the time, both to myself and to John, …

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Yes, you are

  July 5th, 2015 by flyingnorth

I just want you all to know that you are damn beautiful

Maybe you don’t believe me

Maybe you don’t hear it as much as you should

But I promise…

You are beautiful

Yes, you are

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Here’s to hope

  July 5th, 2015 by flyingnorth

I don’t really like sharing my ‘story’. It implies that this story is all I am, which in a way is completely true. We’re all just stories floating within the midst of each other’s stories. In school we had to take some quiz about ourselves so a college could rate highschoolers and how they felt or something. One of the questions we were asked was if we felt that our life was worthless. Talk about a loaded question, right? Maybe my life is worth something to me and my family, but to the rest of the world, I’m just one simple story. What impact have …

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Setting dates

  July 2nd, 2015 by disgusting

Since my last (serious) post, I made this pic and put it as the wallpaper on my phone. It’s a question to myself only. The point was to see if it felt right or wrong or somewhere outside of that. Having sat with it for a couple of days, I’ve accepted it and thought it felt good. I always wanted to go out close to or on my birthday, but last winter was too fucking cold and I said I want to be comfortable when I do it. With that said, I feel like I’ve lost a best friend. It felt like we were really …

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Time Stops.

  June 28th, 2015 by aly_monster

It’s not like I want to die, don’t get me wrong. I just…. want everything to stop. I want the world to wait for me to figure things out and then move on. Of course that can’t happen, and I know that.
Sleep, though, is something that helps. I want to sleep for a while. Or, forever. I want to go to bed and not wake up. Sounds like a good way to go. I want to forget everything, wind back time to where I wasn’t like this. Just a few months ago I was normal. Happy. I made a mistake, something that’s not a big …

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Life is tricky

  June 26th, 2015 by Pretend Girl

 

I want to share with you a story about my father. I want to share it because my depression is deeply affected by my family relations. The pain and hurts created a Pretend Girl who has been so very sad, so very alone and so very confused. Geee, a build up like that, who could turn away? 😉 I also want to share it because I think we are here in this crazy world to help one another. I want to share my story/stories and if you see part that can help you, I’d be so glad. I am going to write, to publish, to …

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Can’t stand to live, but afraid to die. Nothing gets better.

  June 25th, 2015 by AnonymousRabbit

I feel so empty, broken, sad, lonely, etc. The list goes on with negativity upon myself. I have always been a sad, negative and lonely person deep down. But I find as I get older the worse it becomes, the worst I become. I find myself tumbling into a deep depression. Each time its harder to snap out of. I hate to wake up everyday. I have no motivation towards anything anymore. I just want the day to be over, sleep it away because I feel jailed by my own misery.

I often think of the reasons I should live and there are little to …

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It Looks A Little Hopeless, Hopefully It’s Not

  June 23rd, 2015 by AKidWithAName

I recently have been feeling more screwed up than usual. I am honestly amazed that I haven’t been asked to leave my house. I am making my family’s life miserable, but they still attempt to love me. I wish that I could be a better person. We all know that it’s my fault that my family’s a mess at this point. I literally am a waste of space.

There are only a couple things keeping me on this earth:
1. My friend and her mom. They are the nicest people I have ever met, and they are the …

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Don’t know really

  June 23rd, 2015 by dontknowreally

I’ve had depression, anxiety and anger problems for years now. I have my good patches, I have my bad. Currently it’s my longest run of bad patch,  over 2 months of consecutive bad days no good ones filtered in there, it’s taking its toll really.

I have a lot of responsibility, I run a business, I just received a loan from my parents to buy a car. Every time I try and see a psychologist something comes up, a business meeting, all of my bills come out on the same day so I have no money. The problem is the bad days just keep on coming, …

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Pathetic

  June 23rd, 2015 by identitycrisis10

When my mother died I was eight years old. When this happened my father turned to drugs and proceeded to neglect and somewhat abuse me and my brother (non-sexually). Every since then I have looked for some affection from any man, just to have them be kind to me or even love me. I was later molested by two men I was manipulated and broken.
Everyone says I’m beautiful, but I’m always ridiculed by guys for many reasons. And whenever I proceed to tell a guy I like him, he acts like i’m the most disgusting thing in the world.
But then I finally found a man …

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Am i doing this again?

  June 23rd, 2015 by jrmeador94

I’ve been battling depression for 1 year 3 months and 12 days now. Ridiculous as it sounds I lost my virginity, and it… broke me. To you guys who have casual sex with your girl/boy friend, I carry no judgment on you guys. But my purity was everything to me. And I have destroyed it with 93 hook ups in the past year.

Losing my virginity made me feel hopeless, and I got depressed and suicidal on 3 accounts. I’m happy to say I have been free of depression for a little over 3 months now (woo-woo!). I’m proud of myself for making it this long, but… …

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I Don’t Know What To Do Anymore

  June 20th, 2015 by Caleb

I’m 16, and I’m going into my senior year of high school in a few months, and I’ve been facing depression for over a year now. I wish I could explain how I really feel, but I don’t think it would make sense. Mostly it’s the fact that I have high-achieving dreams. Like, the kind of dreams where it takes a one in a million chance to actually accomplish them. And I’ve convinced myself that I’m not going to achieve anything in life and I’ll just be bored and miserable the entire time. As if I’m convinced that without these dreams, I won’t be happy, …

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Monkeys

  June 19th, 2015 by Haven

A misleading title… I couldn’t think of an interesting and befitting title. It has no relevance to the actual post. Just a word that came from what I’m reading.

To this day, I still don’t completely understand why I have these thoughts. Bad things have happened in the past and had a major impact on my life, and that was then. Now is now. I’ve accepted fate.

The bad things that have happened in the past has left me in a situation that I cannot overturn, so I’ve been living with ‘it’ since. Sorry for the vagueness. I can’t disclose the details on here.

I’ve been in this …

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I am bold and strong because..

  June 16th, 2015 by RealTalk30

…that’s what my sister would have wanted.
If she was alive today.. she’d be the strongest and smartest in my family. She is truly the missing link in our world, and what it’s become.
There for i remain strong.
Nothing will stop me from being happy and at peace with this life.
I do this for you, Angel. I know mom still misses you very much.
I know you are watching over me..over all of us.

And I will never give up

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Starting Over

  June 16th, 2015 by RealTalk30

Can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to start my life over again. Locations, friends, schools, jobs, girlfriends and fiancés.. everything. Starting over use to be incredibly hard. But once you reach that end.. there is most often, a fork in the road. And you must choose a path. Death..or starting over. I’ve reached my end enough times to realize that at the end, you lose a lot of cares. And if you can manage to come back a smarter wiser person, you come back with little to lose..but everything to gain. As long as there is breath in my lungs, my heart will …

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For some reason…

  June 16th, 2015 by nothingisrightanymore

My parents have always been super harsh on me, always yelling whenever I do just one thing wrong or forget to do another. They wonder why I never do anything when I have a mile long list of chores. (which they promptly tell me isn’t bad at all and that I need to quit my complaining. 10 chores compared to the one thing that each of them does? Hm. I don’t know, but that seems pretty bad to me.)

One night, it was really bad. It was Sunday, actually. We had just seen a movie together and it was almost dinner time. Now, my dad knows that I …

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Nothing in the Dark

  June 12th, 2015 by keeprunning

I write stories to cope with depression and suicidal feelings (see my post “dream”). Here’s one of them.

 

Some days it’s bleak. It’s hopeless, and hurting, and she can’t erase that numbing, painful, hard-to-swallow ache in her chest. And on other days she’s bright and shining and happy.

No one believes her.

Sometimes she doesn’t even believe herself.

“How can she be depressed,” people say, “when she’s so happy all the time?”

How can she be suicidal when she wears her beautifully crafted mask?

She remembered how people reacted when she was first admitted for a psych consult. There had been outrage from her family, who didn’t believe it for a …

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dream

  June 12th, 2015 by keeprunning

Writing is a huge part of me as a person. When I’m lonely or depressed, or even when I’m feeling suicidal, I sit down in front of my computer and write a short story about depression. Sometimes the character kills herself in the end, and sometimes she drifts off to sleep and the ending becomes ambiguous. Sometimes it’s not even about suicide. But writing fills me with hope, and it seems to be something I can follow.

One day I went to my Language Arts teacher to talk about a poor grade I had received on a allegorical-type story. I asked her if she had interpreted it wrong …

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