I am a writer, as most are on this page. I came across this page completely by accident but I guess it wasn’t. I am 16 years old and way to young to be thinking about this topic to some. To me I think that at around this age you are trying to figure out where you belong and what people best suit you. I have been bullied which applys for a lot of people. A lot of people have left mentally and physically and there was and is nothing I can do about it. I thought that maybe I can make a difference with […]
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If you are on this site you obviously feel suicidal. But I have something to say. Reading the comments something had come to my mind. Most of you post something saying your bad people and worthless etc but by reading the comments it came to my mind that your all good people. None of you deserve to die because your helping others. I read some of the comments on my posts and honestly it made me feel better and like there are people out there who care about others even though we don’t know eachother. This world is full of scum but people like you […]
Hi. I’m Frank. Well, not really Frank. My real name is incredibly far from what my screen name suggests however, it is true of myself. I am honest and I am a writer. Before I go any further, I might as well mention that I have a degree in Psychology. Isn’t that lovely? I do not want anybody’s sympathy, I do not want anybody’s feedback, I merely am here to put the priper thoughts in its proper place.
I guess you can say that I have no right to be depressed or suicidal. Well, you’re right. I should be an advocate of good mental health […]
Well I’ll start off with when it all started, about 5 years ago. I made the worst desicion of my life and I will still never tell anyone what happened. I got bullyed at school for years every single day. Nobody would give me a break. I regretted what I had done and everyday people treated me bad. I felt worthless. I stopped caring about everything because nobody cared about me. Only one of my cousins did. I started robbing houses, shoplifting etc. I would smoke weed and just get up to michief with my friends. I started getting in heaps of trouble with the […]
Went to counselor today, had a really good session with this new counselor for the first time. Come home, Mom wants to know how the session went. Then Mom proceeded to say how the counselor doesn’t know anything. Mom somehow thinks she’s the expert and has all the answers on how to fix my life. Then later on I’m in another room of the house and I can hear her and my Dad bad-mouthing me. I’m glad they let me live here during this divorce process, but they FUCKING DRIVE ME CRAZY !!! Can anyone relate to this?
I could commit suicide. I know what it would do to my family. Sometimes that is enough but the probability of future despair and current pain. If I have no hope it will get better, why bother.
I’ve researched several ways to commit suicide. Most of what I read indicate a limited amount of success. I’d never use a gun, too messy. I’ve always gravitated towards RX and OTC drugs, My first attempt was Seroquil. I didn’t take enough, You need at least 10,000 mg. I’ve considered sixty Unisome. From what I’ve ready it may or may notwork
I’m not actively seeking, but I have a criteria of events that will steer me that way. I dunno, I just can’t cope.
I don’t know what to do, I’ve been cutting since Fall 2013 and I just love the feeling, I hate being depressed but also love it at the same time. I recently got a boyfriend and he absolutly hates me ever being sad and he won’t let me cut, and if i do he’ll get really mad and will yell at me. I always feel like he wants to say “I hate you” if i do something wrong like cut myself. I really miss the feeling of cutting and I don’t know what to do.
Hi. I don’t really know how to start this… So I guess I will just say it as straight forward as possible. I have become what I think is depressed. I haven’t really gone to a specialist or anything. When I was younger, like before I was 7, my grandfather started to molest me. I don’t really remember how it started. In fact, I have little to no memory of between the ages of 4-7. I didn’t see my grandfather often so I guess I just forgot about it. When I was 8 I saw him a little more often. It was like at least […]
but its just so hard….. I suffer from manic depression and existential anxiety. two days ago, I stood by a main road and contemplated jumping in front of a car. my mind told me that I wanted to die, but it also told me that I might die, and I was afraid. my father ran to me and pulled me away. my mom is mainly the reason… she hits me and tells me im worthless. I don’t tell the authorities because every time I try my mom says that she know how to hit me in ways that wont leave a mark and that they […]
I’ve been on the same routine now for almost 3 months now. I wake up, have a shower, go to college, and think about nothing else except taking my own life. I barely manage to get out of my own bed. I don’t feel motivated to do anything anymore, and I’m hanging by a thread. Loneliness and misery is all what I have left. I have no friends, no girlfriend, my family doesn’t give a rat’s ass about me. I’m all alone. The only thing that manages to make my face light up is food. The only time I feel happy is when I eat. […]
I bought a breakfast sandwhich, when I coulda had some dank french toast. This decision keeps bothering me. I don’ t know how I’m gonna deal with it.
Before you read: A little bit about me. Im 15, IQ of 132, Always curious about how things work. Mind seems to wander off all the time thinking about things and for the most part a very caring person. And sorry if it offends some of you. But I am an atheist.
When I was growing up, I was in a small town. With about 1,000 people in total. I went to a small school that in total had about 300 kids in the Elementary, Junior high, and High school. In kindergarten-5th grade things went really good. I had a few really good friends, we’d hang out […]
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I tried half a teaspoon of Pentobarbital with lemonade today. At first I wondered why it wasn’t working. Then I stood up and I couldn’t walk straight so I got into bed. I woke up 17 hours later (I fell out of bed a couple of times) and I was hungry so I got something to eat. I was still heavily intoxicated and drowsy so I went back to bed.
I dreamed that I lived in a city enclosed by platinum panels forming a dome. Outside was a red, post-apocalyptic wasteland. There was a hole at the top of the dome?the only exit to the city. […]
how do you care or support for someone who asks for your help but then treats you like crap? Especially if that person is family. You can’t talk back to your parents or speak up for yourself because the world has tauught you since you were a kid to not talk back to ‘authority’ or ‘elders’ or ‘parents’ or ‘carers’. Then there are people who teach you that you should speak up for yourself, tell them what your thoughts or idea or opinion is….when you finally do it, it just seems to go the other way and you give up….stop trying, not bother, be pushed […]
I’m not quite sure what it is about me but I just plainly suck at life.
First off I’ve never had a real relationship. Just meaningless sex (and not a lot either). I have no idea how to even make real friends(although I have a few from childhood) that truly care about you. People constantly tease me and nobody respects or even aknowledges me.
I’m a coward to the core I’m generally afraid of life. I get scared like a b*tch even when kids yell at me. Not to mention women.
I’m uncoordinated and clumsy.
My sister used to beat me up for no reason other than she felt […]
Can someone help me understand how the very guys that hit me and hurt me are also the ones that give me hickie a and all that stuff? I used to be sexually molested a lot. The guys would go from hurting me in every single way to rubbing my thighs and kissing my neck. How is that possible? I’m not even that pretty to be honest. I should post a picture but it might torture you guys…
I hate it when people say, “It gets better”
Like how the fuck do you know? What if it doesn’t get better. What if I just continue to fail miserably? What if everything just gets worse? Was worth waiting around? Was it worth trying so hard every day, to just fall flat again?
I don’t think I’m willing to keep following the cycle.
Just when you think things are looking up and getting better, life finds a way to deepen the pain. Am I being tested? Is this some cruel joke? I’m getting exhausted fighting on each day to avoid hurting my parents and friends. I like to imagine they’re just pretending to care to make it easier for me to go, but I know it isn’t true. I started praying to God again for help, something I haven’t done in 3 years. Things have only gotten worse since then. Maybe I just want to believe that I’m not in control of my own destiny, because me in […]
This was going to be a comment… somewhere… But it got promoted to a post.
I think a future where society has dissolved the taboo that one should /not/ have control over their own life, is a great and wondrous one. I would argue control over ones life is a cornerstone of freedom, and without that basic right, we are oppressed.
The natural order is to die from disease, not from old age. Today life expectancy has doubled *worldwide* since the 1900s. So, It seems we are just entering the era of death from old age (if 70 is old). Still it is almost always from illness […]