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@Farah Lajeen Nour Al-Deen

July 17th, 2017by hope432

I hope you are ok. I know you had a hard week.  I replied to your last email.

The last thing I remember about you is that you told us your experience with death, that your heart stopped for 1 minute and you were still aware of other people around while experiencing a sort of feeling of hopelessness about being dead.

I know that you are usually full of strength and even joy but I am still worried that something might go really bad in your life.

I have recovered from a hard period in my life and I am Ok now. I hope to see you soon …

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Choices choices choices decisions decisions decisions (TW: POINTLESS POST)

July 17th, 2017by duringmydarkestdays

I can’t tell whether I should be bad and drink some Guinness despite having to get back on track with my Sertraline, or be good and forget about the drink… eh… I don’t want those horrid thoughts though…

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July 17th, 2017by Clebbus

I know things are bad when I’m filling my mind with poetic material, but lacking any motivation to write it down.

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Anyone wish they could start over?

July 17th, 2017by Black Holez

Anyone wish they could start their life all over again? I’m not talking about arbitrary change personality type, far deeper than that. I’m talking about going to a new place and start over with a new identity, community, new set of friends. A total makeover if you will. I have no hope in this place. Sometimes, the only way to solve problems is to run away from them.

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July 17th, 2017by EmoPanda

So i don’t know if anyone else feels it or maybe I’m just crazy. The feeling when your so depressed that the place where you’ve selfharmed before start to itch. Like the spots are craving for the cuts or burns or whatever. I’m can feel them lately. It hurts. It’s a sense of worthlessness and I’m so sick of it. I don’t know. This is just a mindless rant.

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July 16th, 2017by Atintofgreen

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July 16th, 2017by noonoo12

hi friends

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My girlfriend left me

July 16th, 2017by goldsnac

I guess I’ll give some background first. This is my first long term relationship and the first one that has challenged me for the better (she never lets me give up). We would have been together for 2 years this August 16th and I think in both our minds this was a milestone. We had lived together for nearly a year and things were stressful but manageable. We did a lot of fun things together and were making a life for ourselves. To be honest, we have had quite a few rough spots and almost broke up a couple of times. We have been in …

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July 16th, 2017by Birdy

I really feel like I am letting myself down as well as others around me. I have so much on my plate and I am slacking on my responsibilities, because I am always in my head and feeling exhausted and unmotivated, but I don’t know how to say I can’t pull through on something. I already feel like enough of a disappointment. I don’t know if my voice works anymore.

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July 16th, 2017by idontevenknow2

I wonder, if a person can ever recover from depression. Recover, fully. And by “fully” I mean feel real happiness again. Be passionate about something again. Care about things, hobbys and human beings again. Recover, so that you would never ever want to hurt- or underestimate yourself again. Just truly love yourself.

Is that a possibility?

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Between The Bars

July 16th, 2017by Clebbus

Drink up, baby, stay up all night
With the things you could do, you won’t but you might
The potential you’ll be that you’ll never see
The promises you’ll only make

Drink up with me now and forget all about
The pressure of days, do what I say
And I’ll make you okay and drive them away
The images stuck in your head

People you’ve been before that you
Don’t want around anymore
That push and shove and won’t bend to your will
I’ll keep them still

Drink up, baby, look at the stars
I’ll kiss you again, between the bars
Where I’m seeing you there, with your hands in the air
Waiting to finally be caught

Drink up one more …

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I don’t…know….anymore….

July 16th, 2017by Hoping to Have Hope

i dont really
or try to
i just
and dont

my social
my depressing
my suicidal
my scarred

my tired
my empty
my failing
and worthless

i hope to be
and not be
but i feel
except for

i cannot
i cannot
i cannot
i cannot

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July 16th, 2017by sadlife958

I think this video is very important for the community hit me even though my life will over soon



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Too little, too late

July 16th, 2017by Raycantdeal

I told my mom that I have been suicidal for years, and that I’ve attempted suicide a few times. Now she texts me every morning. I don’t know how to feel about it. Its just too little, too late. Where was the caring when I told her that our cousin molested me? Or when she locked me outside all night when I was 8 because my room was dirty. No, it means nothing now. I thought it would but I was wrong.

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small comforts

July 16th, 2017by heartlessviking

No smokes, no gas, no money, not really much of a future either

Yet this stupid movie, the Lumberjack Man, makes me happy. Working on 3d prints makes me happy. I take comfort in what I have, I also have a few pieces of Popeye’s fried chicken. Life isn’t all bad is my point. I can get by on what I’ve got.

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My Eyeballs Hurt

July 16th, 2017by rivets

I was attacked by oversleeping and a lack of caffeine.

This is what it’s like.


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I Broke

July 16th, 2017by velveteennightingale

I told my dad last night that I keep on feeling more and more introverted. He told me that he thought nothing was wrong but that maybe I was a little depressed. I couldn’t help it-I burst into tears. I told him I was depressed and had been for a while but left out me being suicidal and cutting. He told me he’d maybe find a psychiatrist or whatever but said that I nurse my feelings and that I have to choose to feel better and that he didn’t understand why I’m depressed because I have “everything going for me”. He just doesn’t understand. And …

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AAAAAA (Short Simple Shitty Thing, and a Ramble, Mostly a Ramble)

July 16th, 2017by shatterediris

I can’t write with any feeling

My work’s always unappealing

Even when my skin is peeling

Off and my mind is reeling

I don’t know what I am feeling

I don’t know if I am feeling


I was told a bit ago that everything I create seems empty and void of feeling, so I was going to write a thing about that…. About how I can’t really put feeling into things if I barely have those things to begin with, and of course me not being able to stay on task or topic with anything just sort of led to this pile of shit…. Obviously now I should add two lines …

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July 16th, 2017by Cordless

Those of you who were here last year might remember  that one of my bucket list items was to learn how to use a smartphone.

I’d gotten the tiniest cheapest one. And I learned how to do SP posts on it.

Aaaand the easier it got, the more I liked it. A lot.

Enough to decide I wanted a better phone.

Bought a new one last week.

Samsung Galaxy Sky J3.

16GB, plus I added a 32GB SD card.

I love it!

The old one feels like a cheap little toy in comparison.

It’s nice to feel happy about something.  🙂

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Finding no meaning of life

July 16th, 2017by randomk

Everything is going good in my life and i dont need to complain about anything. But as the night approaches i pray of not being alive the next day. I dont know why i am feeling so but almost everyday i sort of pray for my death. I dont seem to find my life meaningful but never have i even attempted to end my life and i never intend to do it as well. But then everyday i find myself thinking and reading about death or ending the life.

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