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Double Edged Sword

by Alan Ominous 2/17/2016

written by Alan Ominous

This group seems to be having two distinctly different roles for me. First and foremost, I feel I’m gaining depth and understanding of my issues. Far better than any other form of help I’ve sought.

Countering that, I’m gaining insight into the reality of suicide. For the first time I can say I’m sure I’ll be successful next time. Sorry for the false alarm last night. Too confident too quickly.

The cats out of the bag. The handful of people around me are aware I’m considering. Though I’m not revealing a plan. I’m giving it time though so don’t fret.

The hardest part for me is letting go […]

2/17/2016 4 comments

why?

by all for nothing 5/7/2013

written by all for nothing

Hey everyone.

I am so unbelievably unhappy that words cannot describe the myriad of emotions (or perhaps lack thereof) which plague me with an intensity that is almost incomprehensible. However, I currently have the urge to try to do so for reasons that I do not know. Â I am not begging for attention, sympathy, or pity. I am merely using this post as an outlet for my own thoughts and emotions which I cannot express by any other means than by writing them down. Then again, perhaps I am subconsciously attempting to incite empathy, to offer others a glance at my own perspective with the intention […]

5/7/2013 13 comments

There’s No Point

by hopefuldreamer 2/19/2013

written by hopefuldreamer

I feel so angry and frustrated right now, it’s ten at night and it’s another day gone down the drain I did NOTHING, I’m just so upset because neither way I’m happy I remember during the summer and early fall I was doing loads of stuff to try and overcome my depression on my own I created my own schedule I Â would exercise,draw, piano,etc but nothing helped I was bored the whole time and I wasn’t having any fun, it’s like either way I can’t be happy so there’s no point it’s like a double edged sword.

2/19/2013 2 comments

One wish

by fitzgerald 4/4/2012

written by fitzgerald

If I was given one wish. It wouldn’t be one that could make my life better. I know nothing would make a difference. My one wish is quite simple: that I had never been born. I torment myself with the idea that my being here, as huge of an impact as it has had, was a total fluke. If just one microscopic (literally) thing had gone differently, I wouldn’t have to be here right now.

I hate feeling guilty that on paper I have no right to want to die; I’ve experiencedÂ no great trials or tragedy to warrant it.Â I hate that when I say it out […]

4/4/2012 1 comment