I’ve been battling depression since the age of 13. In my community depression is seen as a sin. So I developed an outer shell that showed the world all was well. At 33 almost 34 married to a loving wife and 2 beautiful daughters, how is it that I can be so blessed yet so empty? Why do I consider death as a reprieve?
People, when I have broached the subject tell me it’s all in my mind, I opened up to my wife and she says she’ll help but is indifferent towards me now. I’m not even hanging on by a thread and up to my eyeballs in debt, how am I supposed to continue this act?
I’m so tired. Ive planned my death in detail, in the most painful ways imaginable to the last breath and am so close. I’m tired of being told it’s in my head I’m tired of pretending and hiding the pain.