im in a position where i need that pain deep in me to end. and i dont know how..the only way that im aware of is to end everything. im in a a position where many girls have been. it may even sound common and uninteresting to many. i have lost the love of my life..the love that every minute of my life in the last 3 years have revolved. it may sound common but the pain of every person is huge..its unbearable..and its important to them. my world came crashing down. after all these years, i seem insignificant and worthless to the love of […]
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Well here goes nothing. the car is started and I’m taking the easy way. full tank of gas and airtight garage. I really loved life. I did. I had all the promise and every opportunity in front of me. But couldn’t stay away from drugs. been clean 3 years but a felon with a history of abuse is just a piece of societal garbage. I really am justired of failing.  I’m fucking scared. But I’m done. I hope I get another chance to do it right. I won’t waste it. What a pathetic way to go out, I just am not strong enough to  do […]
The last 3 years off my life has been hell and I have suffered from suicide attempts and self harm. I have wrote my story down but it is 500 pages long and too big for here. I am trying to publish it to promote awareness for mental health. I have made a video of it on YouTube. You can look up a friend 4 me – diary of a suicide survivor. If anyone can point me in the right direction I would be very greatful. Thankyou.
I’ve been depressed for 3 years now and I just can’t do it anymore. I can see my life falling apart day by day and go to bed crying every night. Nobody cares about me and probably wouldn’t even notice if I left. I have no friends because whenever I make friends they leave me shortly after. I have never had a boyfriend and guys only use me for my body and take advantage of me. EVERYONE I know has used me over and over again. Every weekend I sit at home by myself and eat my emotions. All I want in my life is […]
I am in the military and my wife has been telling me for years “Ever since that last deployment, you just haven’t been the same”. Can’t say I was blown up by an IED or anything of that nature, but the experience was bad enough that the the thought of going back out gave me enough anxiety to want to rip out my chest. I should have gotten help when I got back. It took 3 years but it won. I broke.
On January 24th 2013. I tried to commit suicide. I tied an electrical cord around a joist in my basement. Then I tied it […]
6 months ago, my 12 year old brother was in independent detention when he tried to choke himself with the wire of a spiral notebook. Gladly, someone caught him and they had the school’s deputy escort him to a behavioral institution. At the end of my school day, I was waiting down in the band hall for two of my friends, Valerie and Wolfgang, when I got the text from my mother that read: [Your brother] tried to kill himself at school. Dad and I are going to the Littleton Behavioral Institute. We don’t know when we’ll be home but you need to take care […]
I’ve just joined the site, and this is my first post. I probably won’t write much because I can’t be bothered- nothing is worth bothering with for me. I’m one of those people that passes everybody by where it matters.
I’m 36, I’ve had great chances in life, but blown them all. I’m female, and single. I’ve mostly always been that way, regardless of the fact that i’m a ‘head turner’. It doesn’t mean shit when I don’t have a job, I lost my only baby (pregnancy), my only ever real boyfriend (he walked out in the night whilst I was sleeping and left […]
I have had a really hard life. And I bet a lot of you people reading this have had one too. But not all.. This is my story…
Hi, I am a fourteen year old girl who has been humililated, tortured, and bullied my whole life. I don’t have friends. I am very anti-social. I am home schooled because of everything that has happened. I am only in 8th grade. And My life is a complete hell. I have been bullied for about 9 years now, since the day I moved here. I used to here people in the hall ways, and I was just a […]
Since I was the age of 15 (I’m 23 now) I have had various suicide attempts, each time either I fucked up at the last minute or the police intervene. I’ve been to psychologist, psychiatrist, specialists, councilors and been admitted to a mental health faculty. The past 3 years have been the hardest to cope with. I’ve tried getting help, but got nowhere. I get the feeling society wants me to kill myself (and I don’t blame it).
What shits me is that these attempts are quite life threatening, yet no-one has ever diagnosed me with a condition other than anxenity, but each time I’m talking […]
Why am I like this?I’m a 14 year old girl, at the end of my freshman year of high school. And all I can think about is killing myself. I don’t understand why I’m like this, am I crazy? It feels like everyone else is just strolling along happily while I’m stuck in a hole deep underground. I’ve felt like this for the past 3 years, I cut myself for a while and I’m trying to stop because I’m sick of being embarrassed of myself but the urges are returning. The feelings of desperation and loneliness take up most of my day. I […]
I wish I could get this feeling away from me but suicide pops into my head all day. I’m 21 years old and feel like I have already lived enough. I’m drained. I sit here now typing this in my bed n don’t even have the energy to pick my head up off the pillow. And I did nothing today. Like I do everyday. But suicide seems so nice right now. Like all this stress and sadness gone in a minute. Â But what’s so hard about it is I don’t want to die. When I think about it I just think of my mom n […]
I was just reading through an online addition of the peaceful pill handbook (probably an outdated version, but oh well). If anyone has read some of my other posts, I have talked about how much I would like to use an exit bag. I don’t have any supplies gathered yet, but that’s because I’m trying to learn as much as I can about this method before I go out and do it. From what I can understand, gas is the most common “knocker outer” that is used with exit bags. I have considered buying a tank of helium or ********, maybe even both for good […]
I have a full ******** tank, and a bag, and some duct tape. I am so tired. The meds, the alcohol, and the therapy….no help. I’m 38 and my mother died 3 days ago 13 years ago. I have a 4 1/2 year old son, who I’ll miss the most, but in the end, I’m only going to screw up his life too. I’ve never been able to keep a job for more than 2-3 years. You know, everyone is human and everyone should have compassion for others. I am different, I get that. But, I am intelligent, have a lot to offer, and no […]
Last night I went to a folk-punk show and the last person I made friends with (mentioned in the earlier post I made… not someone who will ever speak to me again. He was nice to me and I was a pretty shitty friend cuz my personality got all fucked up for two years) was there, along with two of his friends. I felt really really shitty and guilty
I am so lost… i am a single father 2 kids, their mother is a drug addict and has abandoned them for 3 years march 12th, i have 2 deaf parents so growing up was very hard, to never be able to talk about your feelings to your own mom hurts me alot, i know sign language but its just not the same… i have constant feelings of giving up, when i look at my kids i cry, when i think about my family i cry. i have gone nowhere for my whole life, dropped out at 16 and never made a attempt to be […]
Came into the world bright and perfect
Never expected something so terrifying
Something so hectic
Full of death and crying
I wasn’t scared or sad
I thought I was saved and they weren’t lying
I was sitting in my perfect world, too blind to see the bad
Then here comes the giant, my hands he was tying
I was going out of my mind, I thought I was going mad
Then here comes the death, here comes the crying
My head was pounding as I thought, “Where is my dad?”
The giant laughed, whispering “His love for you is dying”
My hands were bonded by duct tape, losing the strength I had
My feet were stuck together, I […]
I kinda made this profile because I wanted to tell someone my life story… And I don’t have anyone close to me that I want to share it with. So I am writing it here, anonymously.
But let’s take it from the beginning:
I’m a boy from Denmark, 19 years old at the moment, but that is not where my story starts. My story starts all the way back when I was a child. You see, I have always been bullied, first by the bigger kids in my kindergarten, then by the kids in my class in school. Therefore my parents quickly decided to teach me […]
I’m a 21 year old male and i have enough of life trying to punish me.
Over the years i have been the subject of divorces, constantly being physically and verbally abused (both at school and at home), but these last few years have been the hardest. Recently i have broken up from my only relationship i have chosen to be in (3 years ago), been  diagnosed with severe depression,  Avoidance Personality Disorder (AvPD), numerous life-threatening medical conditions, family deaths, and being alone. I now know that being alone is the worst thing that could happen to anyone, however due to my inability to communicate to […]
I have been on this site for about a month now. Â I have read a lot of posts and commented on some. Â Meanwhile I struggle more and more everyday. Â I feel like I am screaming please help me but all I hear is things like “you’ll feel better when the spring comes”, or “you’ll feel better when you get back to work”. Â A little background, I have been off work for 3 years because I was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia. Â I have told my psychiatrist that I am feeling depressed, eating and sleeping too much but even he doesn’t understand how much I am struggling […]
The day I met her, we both realized we could help each other. No one else could look past the point we are both girls though. Everyone laughed at us and called us names, but we smiled and helped each other through it. She cut, so do I, the difference.. she didn’t know when too much was too much, that’s probably why she’s gone. We held our heads high, put it started to get worse. I would be hit, and punched and kicked down, and so would she. I tried to help her I just, I wasn’t strong enough. Her cuts started getting worse, she wouldn’t even wear short sleeves […]