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I am finding that I have to cut deeper or make more cuts to get any satisfaction. I honestly don’t feel pain when I cut until it’s deeper than I ever used to… or unless I make multiple cuts. I don’t cut for blood, but for pain. Is this due to an increase in my pain tolerance from cutting? Or is it something to do with my state of mind? Like becoming addicted or something?
Any help is appreciated
What is it, exactly?
Who is this great and mighty wizard behind the curtain that we should not pay attention to?
What is his/her objective; his/her goal; his/her agenda for creating and maintaining this website?
I have an itch and it just ain’t getting scratched, so I figure I aught to scratch it myself.
I have seen speculation that this site exists as a college thesis project; others speculate it is some sort of psychological experiment. I think the truth is often not very obvious, but it is still truth, independent of any speculation and opining.
I hope it isn’t out-of-line for me to post this. If so, I apologize. […]
I am at my wits end. I used to love life, now I am lonely and in poverty. I am married and my husband takes my entire paycheck every week. I’ve told my husband very clearly “I want to die”, he acts like he cannot hear me. I don’t eat, I don’t have sex anymore, I am nothing. All I do is work and cry. I punch myself in the throat, I tear shreds of hair from my head, nothing makes me feel better. I’ve done drugs: nothing. I’ve seen a therapist: joke. I’ve scalded my […]
Hello happy and sad people,
I’ve been reading threads on this site for almost two years now. There were so many posts I could totally relate to the stories. Call it paranoia, I didn’t join this site until yesterday for fear of being monitored considering many folks are on a witch hunt to shut down or debunk Web sites like this one. I don’t want fuktards attempting to track me and feel like its their mission to “save” me.
Sometimes I’m at a point where I don’t give a fuck anymore. I feel it’s time for me to share in this community. Very recently a manager took […]
It’s late, I should sleep… but my mind is busy.
I’m down. I’m at the point of cutting, no return. I don’t want to, but I need to feel. I need to feel alive.
Is anyone able to talk to me right now please?
so lately my friends have been noticing my scars from cutting and theyre questioning it. theyre always talking about how stupid cutting is and how depressed people are crazy and need to be in a mental hospital so i cant tell them the truth about the scars so i need some good excuses, i ve been using “my cat attacked me” story but its not working that well anymore since thats what i always say so any excuses i could use???
i dont know when the pain forst began, or if it ever did. maybe i was just born with it. stuck in a life where dead ends is all there ever will be. that everytime i leave it, i get something worse. its become the normal. and sometimes, well most of the time i feel like i need it. like it will always be there and i have nothing without it. it seems to me that i am inviting it, that i look for it. im always down and depressed for no reason at all. and maybe the reason is me. maybe i truely am […]
I’m such a hypocrite. I tell others not to cut.  Or not to commit suicide, when I’m over here imagining how good it would feel to see blood dripping down my arms. How much of a relief it would be to end it all. I tell my friends not to trust anyone, not even me. They always ask why and I never know what to say…but I know what I’m thinking.Even your friends can turn on you. You family even. I’ve experienced it. How great would it be just to not have to worry about anything anymore? Just disappear Like you were never here. It doesn’t even scare me […]
but got caught. if i were given 10 more minutes I would not be typing this. i am seeing a psychologist in an hour and a half and dont want to go to a hospital. i dont want to ever attempt to do it again.
any suggestions?  please??
Does anyone else on here have PMDD (premenstrual dysmorphic disorder)? It’s ruined my life for the past fifteen years. Or does anyone else have anorexia and/or binge eating disorder? I’d like to hear your story and how it makes you feel.
So I heared ketamin works pretty well… I can imagine MDMA will also be amazing, but I’d like to get some more information. I’ve done MDMA.not as antidepressant but as party drug. The plus side of MDMA is the way you feel… loved, one, amazing and on top of the world, for three days. The down side is: your memory gets fucked up, you need to take vitamin c too protect the brain and after 3 days you get this huge downwards spiral… It was probably the worst in my life.
So I have 2 questions for you;
1. What kind of antipressents/SSRI/drugs do you use for […]
You know, I’m married to a wonderful man.
But all good people have a limit too. They will shut down also if they are constantly bombarded with negativity, bad bosses, bad coworkers, shitty clients, shitty company policy, problems in the home, depressed & suicidal wife….
I think him and my kids are the only reason I haven’t done anything. That and how outsiders will view them if I did anything to bring them down. They can not experience what I have in my past. Not them. Please not them.
But when I’m alone, I want it all to end.
I’m tired of being sick. Physically and mentally tired of being sick. Some […]
i cant do it anymore… today was the last straw!
Once again, I talk to you about how I hate myself, in finer detail through several posts i shall write.l. Im 14, for those of you hear who arent teenagers im sure you remember (or have heard) the socially akward, the classification of people, the need to be in, the primitive yet complex popularity scale. Its all very interesting, but I feel like I really dont fit in to anything. The truth is, im just plain weird (not to mention unpopular, ugly, awkward, etc.) I really dont know how to handle myself in any given situations. Example: Tonight at youth, instead of engaging in conversation […]
Tired of life.  I see many people who don’t want to live, but they somehow look strong. They are moving  around and trying to  find something attractive. Maybe I should try to find the way which may help me to  understand  that life isn’t so bad as it looks. Maybe I will be able to forget how lonely I am… that feeling sucks. Especially  when there are  so many people around me..
Please contact me my sunflower. I need to talk to you and just hear from you!
I have been struggling with this for a long, long time. Suicide, the word that is there all the time, something I can’t get out of my mind. I know exactly who I am, and what I am going to be if I don’t end this. I’m just an ignorant, ugly, fat, useless waste of air, and that’s exactly what I am going to be for the rest of my life if I dont stop it right now.
I’ve tried everything: I’ve tried to be positive, I’ve tried religion, I’ve tried to have friends, to talk with my family. Nothing works, it seems like I’m some […]
My chest hurts. Everything from my chest up hurts, stressed. This guy i was dating for three months let me go cuz he disnt think he could try the distance thing anymore. He lives two hrs away and did well at seeing me every 2 weeks on the weekends and now he just couldnt believe in us anymore. Things were so great i was falling for him and he was for me too. I feel like im not worth anything. Im not worth it. Ive had so many relationships that now i feel that no one will love me. I have no one. I moved […]
Razors pain you; Rivers are damp; Acids stain you; And drugs cause cramp. Guns aren’t lawful; Nooses give; Gas smells awful; You might as well live.
Dorothy makes a fair few valid points I feel!
Still, I have, and still do at times, have those desolate moments, hours, days, weeks etc etc. A very good friend of mine killed himself a few weeks ago. It’s grim and it’s grim and it’s grim. Miss him like mad. I want to tell him so, but I can’t as he’s dead. Has brought home to me all too clearly the pointlessness of self appointed death. It can’t be undone, those […]