What do you guys think God thinks of suicide? I would like to think that it is still forgivable, but I don’t know. These days Im tired of life, days go on and on the same. Don’t know what I want really. 🙁
i do not know why i am so miserable.
i have everything i could ever need;
boyfriend
friends
loving family
‘talent’ in media
new tv
new computer
new camera
new clothes
a house to live in
why am i still upset? makes me feel even worse because… well, am i ungrateful?
Dear SP’ers,
Since I promised to my therapist I would not kill myself and suck it up for two months… have you guys got any tips? What can I do when I’m freaking out?
Things I do to cope:
call/text someone to get help/ distraction
cry the fuck out of myself
post something on SP
eat ( chocolate)
smoke
masturbate/ watch porn
cut, beat myself blabla..
sometimes: booze
I would like to have tips: I want to learn how to cope with shit a healthy way instead of fucking myself up even more…
Lots of Love,
Dawn
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I feel sorry for not being here for the last four or so days. I have no excuse, but the fact that I was stressed beyond belief. And I didn’t want to come here in fear that I’d become snappish and sarcastic to people, who actually need genuine help. And this all happens right before I go to the hospital, too.
But now I’m here. And I’m sad. I’m usually not, some of you know that. But today I am.
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He started […]
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I am now 36,I was of all drugs for 11months a few years ago but stupidly ended up back on them. I started self-harming when i was 14,went right of the rails etc.
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The pain doesn’t get better. Each day, my suffering seems to increase. I feel like a ghost walking through my life, I don’t know if anyone sees me or not, I feel invisible. I avoid talking to people for fear of frightening them with the truth… if they listen to me, or look into my eyes, they might see what I try to conceal; anguish and loneliness at the threshold of becoming more than any human being could possibly bear.
Last night, I cried for hours, and fell asleep imagining the instant relief of being hit head-on by a fast-moving train.
I feel alone :/
empty…
I went to my GP today, he directly sent me to the psychiatrist institution, and they have talked to me. In about 2 months there will be a spot for me… till then I have to suck it up. I’m glad there is a solution, finally. The GP said I probably have Borderline…
<3
Dawn
my meds give me the shakes and its driving me crazy!
xx
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I told her i just got up to do that and that […]
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xx
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