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Coping Mechanism

Why not now, Cant it all just be over..

by digikrypt 7/22/2013

written by digikrypt

I have been trying to get out of this body for years specifically from the age of 7 to 20 (current age)

I have tried suicide multiple times including cutting my wrist and taking loads of tylenol around 200 and then drowned that with hydrogen proxide but I did not leave, I did not even cross over. I mean what the fuck this was one I was around 16 and I am 20 now still wishing to just cross over but I realize now my family would be very sad and down the very same path that I have always seeked.

The only coping mechanism I really […]

7/22/2013 1 comment

Lost my coping mechanism.

by denidians 5/23/2013

written by denidians

I’m new so I’m sorry if I am not doing this right… Can I complain here? I’ve only read a little.

I had a hideous upbringing, a hideous adolescence… I joined the US military to escape home…

My very best friend in the whole world was someone I met online, actually. For years he was my confidant. Long story short, we met, fell in love. Much as I fled my home state, I up and fled my home country and moved to the other side of the world. Got into an excellent school, an excellent programme, doing all right. It was a struggle doing it, but everyone […]

5/23/2013 4 comments

A Song With No Solace

by Freya 12/22/2012

written by Freya

Long term chronic pain is difficult to live with. I’m 21 and I have been in and out of hospitals (medical and psychiatric) for three years. All three I was in university and should have been able to experience the best side of that life. Instead I was stuck inside. Now my doctors tell me I will have to live with it for the rest of my life. I have to see psychiatrists because I have already had two failed attempts. They say I use sleep as a coping mechanism but it is a lot sweeter in the unconscious than it is to wake up […]

12/22/2012 0 comment

I Need Help/Advice With This..Sex

by TheOtherSide 11/27/2012

written by TheOtherSide

I’m a male, 23, and I’ve had sex, but just with one girl a few times. She was my g/f for a while. Then I broke up with her. It’s this depression I’ve had since I was young. Anyways, I just recently broke up with her and I regret it. It was due to my depression I know it. And dealing with my depression I feel like I’m all alone because everyone I talk to is always doing something sexual with someone else. I hear about it all the time. Someone’s always texting someone or hooking up with someone. And I’m not. I just […]

11/27/2012 5 comments

not a cry for help!!

by NotReallyHereAtAll 5/30/2012

written by NotReallyHereAtAll

I just read a definition for suicide calling it a cry for help. It really annoyed me, because in my opinion it’s the exact opposite. Suicide happens when we feel there is no help to be given whatsoever, suicide is when we can’t help ourselves and can’t be helped by anyone else. Suicide is deciding that we’ve had enough of this fucking world and don’t want any help staying in it. The only way suicide could possibly be a cry for help would be if it was a purposely messy and obvious attempt, or if the person told a shitload of people their plans, or […]

5/30/2012 4 comments

the Suicide

by the Guardian 5/4/2012

written by the Guardian

the Suicide

Death dwells in the shadow just at your shoulder. You invited it in, you dined with it, you bathed with it, you lay with death.
Consumed by and consuming, death becomes both a path and a destination for you.
You write a final letter, a final note, and gulp down a bottle of pills, hoping it will all be over soon…

And then…

You wait…

But not long for as you soon take you final step…

You call for help.

But wait, this makes no sense?

Why would you wish for death, plan for death, and attempt to kill yourself only to give up and try to save yourself in […]

5/4/2012 0 comment

the Cutter

by the Guardian 5/3/2012

written by the Guardian

the Cutter

It feels a little tender at first, hot as blood rushes to greet the sharp edge of your relief.
You promised yourself you wouldn’t, but the pain is just to much, inside. If only you can find a balance, a balance between the lonely suffering of your internal hell and the sharp, clean, slice of your external shell. Deeper this time then ever before. You must dig deeper to let it out. Your inner hell, red in its anger, hot liquid in its trespass.
The blade slices, a dance of blood lights it’s way, your focus follows it, watching. You feel almost outside o […]

5/3/2012 8 comments

When should one give up?

by checkmate 4/6/2012

written by checkmate

I’m speaking about suicide. When should I throw in the towel? Delusions of grandeur kept me alive all these years. I thought that life would turn around for me and make the past thirty years worth living. But I see it for what it is, a coping mechanism. It’s becoming increasingly apparent that some people get dealt a raw deal and life and that it’s just the way it is. There is no happy ending for everyone, no matter how *positive* you think.

At what point should I just give up? I feel like I have exhausted all avenues, and can barely get through each day. […]

4/6/2012 5 comments

I’m Fake.

by xXxWrAtHxXx 3/27/2012

written by xXxWrAtHxXx

I learned this recently. The story is very confusing. Are you ready?

This is who I thought I was: a severely schizophrenic German boy, who was severely abused as a child, alongside his twin sister. He has a boyfriend, who also has a twin. He is in Foster care.

Who I really am: a Canadian girl, less severely abused, with no twin, no boyfriend, and no Foster care.

What happened: I have multiple personalities. I suppose I’m transgender, because all the personalities are male. I am also schizophrenic, though not as badly as previously thought. The original personality, the female birthed 18 years ago next week, is gone. […]

3/27/2012 2 comments

by ckj44 2/27/2012

written by ckj44

I was 13 when I realized that I would inevitably die.

I saw my body changing, and unlike most young teens who would
Enter a phase in which they cannot control their raging hormones and impulses, I merely noted the changes as the first leap toward my inevitable demise.

You see,

The change itself is what inspired this cognition.

I watched myself mature and it disgusted me.

My thoughts became more intelligent and clear, but apprehension and the reluctant realization of my mortality were the first discernible responses to the Change.

Life, at that moment, lost its magic.

I began writing. I played the guitar, in my room, […]

2/27/2012 11 comments