Stories of Hope

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december 3rd….

  September 30th, 2012 by Angel

so i have a doctors appointment for my depression on December 3rd….. that date runs through my mind everyday like its my birthday or something.. i think th appointment is just so the doctor can refer me to another doctor which is gonna be really disappointing. i used to be able to get through some days but now everyday is hard to get through. i have trouble keeping myself from going over board and my nights are worse. i feel anxsious for some reason and restless..i cant sleep at night until it gets real late and then im exhausted for school in the morning. i …

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The misadventures of Nate…

  September 30th, 2012 by RogueShadow1281

He walked, rather swiftly, quiet as a mouse, across dark alleyways, through long, narrow tunnles, and past as few people as possible. As he walked, he kept a disguise in case he was discovered by the ones he hid from. These people he hid from wielded hidden knives and loved to sneak behind you and… Surprise!

He opened the front door to his house to find friends and family springing out of their hiding places in a frenzy, as if a lions pride were lunging at their prey to quickly subdue them. He stood there, wide-eyed, until the realization that many people would watch him intently …

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Roshan Afghan Premier League

  September 27th, 2012 by User425

This league emerges from a broken war torn nation to entertain, bring together and give hope to the people of Afghanistan.

http://www.afghanpremierleague.com/

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-asia-19668215

 

Just great to see something positive happening in a place that’s always reported on with such a negative light.

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I survived

  September 27th, 2012 by Leah_Michelle_

Hey Ya’ll, my name is Leah and I want to share with you my suicide story. I just want to go ahead and start off with the fact that I love you, and I am praying for you every single day.
So, where to begin…
Ever since I can remember I have been suicidal. I have had these thoughts for as long as I can remember. I knew it was not the right way to think, that children were supposed to be happy, and the fact that I was not made me feel as if I was doing something wrong. I had trouble coping with anything and …

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We are all worth dying for

  September 26th, 2012 by Leah_Michelle_

Hey Ya’ll, my name is Leah and I want to share with you my suicide story. I just want to go ahead and start off with the fact that I love you, and I am praying for you every single day.
So, where to begin…
Ever since I can remember I have been suicidal. I have had these thoughts for as long as I can remember. I knew it was not the right way to think, that children were supposed to be happy, and the fact that I was not made me feel as if I was doing something wrong. I had trouble coping with anything and …

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Is this what i’m here for?

  September 26th, 2012 by ravenstorm

I guess this is what i’m here for…Just to be someone’s punching bag…When something doesn’t go right,it’s always my fault…I guess I can accept that…..All I am good for is sex and that is about it…All of my friends are committing suicide and I feel like it is my fault.Well it is my fault…I guess the sooner I accept that, the better off I will be…If only someone in this world were here to love me….Love me like the father I never had…. 

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I’m Just Sayin’…..

  September 25th, 2012 by indierockkgirl

That a lot of you on here are absolutely amazing and talented people. I find it extremely strange that all of you have knack for stylistic writing. Have you seen how beautiful you write? The way you describe your shattered hopes and your distant dreams. It is so heartbreaking the way you guys describe it in an eerie yet beautiful poetic way. I think that you merely writing about how horrible and hard life has been is something that should help you persevere, as that is how I am beginning to feel. When you guys write on here, I can feel your pain, and it …

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Life’s abuse

  September 24th, 2012 by jordy

I’ve read so many of the stories on here, and I feel that I should write mine, too. Although it isn’t as bad as others, it got me where I am.

 

Two years ago, my friend confessed to cutting herself. I was devastated, and all I wanted was to be there for her. I didn’t want her to do it anymore, I wanted her to be okay. So I stayed up late for her, and I was her personal therapist for a while. This was when i was 12 years old.

My mum fell pregnant and I cried for the whole weekend. I was already neglected and …

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Stepping Away From The Edge

  September 22nd, 2012 by Fire_Bad

So I went onto Google today, and not for the first time this year typed in the word “heartbreak”. My boyfriend and I broke up on the 29th of October, 2011. So it’s been almost  a year. We’d been going out for 6 years.

Insert here a movie montage of every rom-com cliche – the kisses, the hugs, the tickles, the laughter, the constant “I love you”s in a variety of tones and funny voices. It was gorgeous and silly and life seemed light.

When it ended, it’s an understatement to say that I was stunned. I never saw it coming. In August he started acting weird. By …

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I want to be ………?

  September 21st, 2012 by Unique

What do you want?

Life can be very difficult, I know how bad it can get, The pain of losing someone is second to none. If you know that pain then i am truly sorry for you. How about that I’m starting to tear up in a public internet cafe in Delhi, and i already kind of stick out!!

Things that have helped me, I mediated three times a day, it is an amazing stress release and it helps me loads, I try to surround myself in friends and new people. Do not hide away, sometimes you need to be alone, but do not linger, loneliness breads depression …

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Failure, The Constant In My Life

  September 20th, 2012 by help wanted

Lights off. Ears plugged. Doors locked.  Notes placed. Water running. Blade cutting. Perfect. All according to plan.

Lights fading. Consciousness slipping. Room spinning. Parents sleeping. Blood pouring. Finally. Time to go.

No more. The End. Black. Infinite black. Peace. Calm. Eternity.

Then noise. Faint. Distant. A hum. A buzz. Audible only because it it the only sound in the beautiful void.

The hum won’t stop. Won’t go away. Won’t leave me alone. I have to find out what it is. What is it anyway!? Look around. Just black.

Wait, I didn’t look around. I couldn’t. There is only black. Maybe if I open my eyes. Then I could find the source …

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Just a breatherrrr

  September 19th, 2012 by BreathInBreatheOut

I’m new to this, and I seriously don’t know if I need to introduce myself. But hi, I’m really pissed right now, and if you’d like to be I’ll-read-your-blog-and-say-something-useful, I think we’re gonna be realll good friends. 🙂 I’m really not on this to create a sob story of my life, because my life is seriously not bad. Or terrible. Or horrible. Or suicide-worthy. It’s just a life. My life. And there are times when I just wanna scream at the world, and I found this site on Google. Seriously.

Recently, I turned sixteen and I’m not expecting much. Let’s rewind back and take a little …

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Me and My mom

  September 19th, 2012 by hannahhartsyou

My mom and I have a horrible relationship. We are always fighting! No lie. Its not like I want to. But I really can help it. Before February she physical abuse.  But I had had enough of the abuse and called the police. She would pull my hair and throw things at me. She punched me and kicked me. One time he threw a phone at me and sprang my arm. After the police she didn’t do that to me as much. Now its more so Verbally. I only have 4 years left at my house. But with all the names she calls me I’m not sure how I’ll do …

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A moment in my mind….

  September 19th, 2012 by kush1979

I’m saying no but how long for ?

I’m saying no but how long for  Will it go before I give in Hold on hard to what is good Freedom from these thoughts  These times that bind me  Please stand before me I am a prisoner of my own mind As time has shown I am the jailer  The keys hang on my belt  The doors I can open with forgiveness Gates will be no match for my will Run free I could be happy in the wild  If only I wasn’t a man of sin Alas my prison is not made of bars Nor steal …

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They call me a whore, and I dont know why.

  September 19th, 2012 by hannahhartsyou

I’m only 14, and I’m brand new to the local public high school. I just came from a Catiolic school. Its the 4th week and I have already herd people calling me a whore, I have no clue why. But it kills me. I’ve never had sex, I dont flirt with guys, and I’ve only kissed one guy. I got called a cum dumpster in front of the whole class. They all laughed. My brother has gone to that school for 3 years and tells me how I’m a whore. So I can’t even get away from the names at home. I’m also abused my …

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Letter from beyond

  September 16th, 2012 by Agony

I don’t know how to start this post or how to write things down right now but I was just, am now, thinking about something.

There has to be something after death. Spirits will carry on.
If my spirit from the future could write a letter to myself, what would it say?
I expect it to be a goodbye letter to life, to me. A story to leave behind. Regardless the age or reason of passing.
Will it be a story about how a heart grew back together? Or will it be about drowning?
Maybe, hopefully, there is an ode in it about one certain person that I will cherish …

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The Big Day

  September 16th, 2012 by help wanted

Well today’s the day. Sunday. The plan was to end my life tonight. Leaving a couple different notes addressed to different people. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. Planning since the beginning of the school year, which started August 27, the day before my birthday. The plan was to wait until after my parents went to sleep, then go do it. My method is not the most preferred method out there, in fact many people hate it and think it’s like THE WORST one. But I have my reasons and I have tried twice before, failing obviously. Waking up in a hospital room surrounded …

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The mind of…

  September 16th, 2012 by RogueShadow1281

I feel sick to my stomach. Maybe it was lack of nutrition, most likely not the alcohol. I don’t know. I will try to avoid text slang as I am accommodated to it. My life has desensitized me, I guess. I just picked that word up from a previous post. I believe I might be insane but how can I be sure. I have begun wearing a “happy” mask at my new school as its the last year of high school, so why not keep everyone out of the loop of my insanity and depression.

Yesterday, my happy place was destroyed (the imaginary place in my …

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Relationships…

  September 16th, 2012 by Tammie Louise

I walk down the street and all I see is couples holding hands and kissing (whether they are two boys, two girls, a boy and a girl, young, old) and I feel like shit, because my girlfriend is Samoan, and her family is really religious and against gay people, so I’m not aloud to tell any of her friends about us and I can only tell my friends if I know they wont tell anyone and its sucks, because I’m so proud of everything she’s done, and everything she’s become… I met her in year 9 and as soon as I saw her, I was sprung… We started dating, and we were going out for nearly …

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Little Victories

  September 15th, 2012 by help wanted

You walk by me as I sit, unnoticed, in the secluded corner of the school. You came with her to have some alone time. Understandable. You saw me in the very spot you wanted to be. You wouldn’t have that. You tell me to move. I’m still in shock that someone is talking to me. You get no response from me. You grab me by what would be the collar of my jacket if it had one. You tell me again to move. But I’m sick of being pushed around. Sick of letting people like you decide how I feel and what I do. “Make …

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