I’ve been stuggling with mental health problems for a few years now. Although its only been this month that I’ve sought help.
My suicide story starts the day my depression began. I was 17 when my ‘best friend’ was beaten up by a group of asian lads. My friend went to the police but was told there was nothing they could do. A couple of weeks later my friend and I were in the same area and my friend spotted one of the lads who beat him up ( using glass bottles). I walked over to the lad and punched him. So hard he was […]
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it feels like i just cant grip on to life,i remember sitting there like it was just yesterday,sitting down rocking back and forth having my arms rapt tight around my stomic from such intence hunger pain, in a cold basement with concrete floor an unfinished ceiling were you could tie a rope around a pipe and the other end around your neck and hang yourself, like i tempted to at age 14,i had noone, they finally put a bed down there after 6 months of me sleeping either outside somewhere or inside on a filthy moldy couch that had holes in it and smelt like […]