I know we’ve all had some pretty crappy ones… But what’s the happiest memory that you have?
For me, it was when I told Zoe that I loved her for the first time and she said it back.
i decided to trust someone i know with what i feel, and now i don’t know if that was right. i don’t want her to tell anybody, she says she won’t but I’m still doubting. and I’m pretty sure she’s going to pity me from now on. do you think it was right to tell her..?
I think I work pretty hard to improve my life and then seemingly from a place I can only understand as the most subtle subconscious, I feel awful. This morning I asked God to take away the suicidal thoughts and I was granted a reprieve. I’m terrified of the prospect of trying to create some sort of life out of this I feel like there is a stake of fear driven through my heart.
I don’t post very much, but I read everything, every day. I’ve seen some pretty insane stories here. Rape victims. Divorces gone terribly awry. Abusive parents, siblings, or other family members. People who lost everything. The list goes on and on; the list of, for lack of a better name, “typically depressed” people.
It’s incredible to me how the “typically depressed” crowd (and I say that with extreme respect) can be so strong. Lots of people have bounced back from these insane ordeals better than they were before. Sure, they’re depressed for awhile, but they “get over it,” […]
Every night, sleep is difficult. I feel so alone, which is probably the most ironic thing I’ve ever said, considering my brother is my roommate. But yeah, it’s just…impossible. It’s probably when I feel my most depressed, which is completely inexplicable, because during the day it’s pretty bad too. Bad enough to where I’m just…incapable of doing work, which somehow seems pretty nonsensical. I’m just like, “fuck this,” which is just about the ultimate recipe for failure.
I’d hang myself with a bed sheet if I knew how to properly tie a noose, and if I knew how to properly secure […]
Hi.
I started writing down my feelings in  journal but I thought it would be nice to share with people finally.
I don’t know it all started but what I know is that I’m messed up. My family, my body, my mind, and my emotions. I’m not going to say I’m in this emotionless trance.
I still have friends but I hid my true feelings. It’s all starts with my family and how my mother is this fucked up parent. You can basically say I live by myself , but my dads the only one who supports me. He has to work all the time and my mom […]
I wanted to come here for a repost, as if once was not enough.
I’m a middle aged woman (55) whose life was wrecked by a cancer diagnosis followed by a divorce. Combo hit hard. Back then, I was tearful and melodramatic, and wrote a tearful and melodramatic post. Happily, that’s over. That is a distinct plus.
Another plus: I’ve lost my faith. I no longer believe in a life after death, and that’s a very freeing thing.
I have, I believe, been a good mother to my kids who are pretty happy, pretty well adjusted, and pretty clueless. This is a major plus 🙂
Meanwhile, I’m as suicidal […]
I’m sorry, mom.
I’m sorry I fail to meet your expectations every day, I’m sorry I’m not doing well in school.
I’m sorry I’m not thin, or athletic, or pretty enough for you to be proud of me.
I’m sorry I am so torn up inside, I’m sorry I have chronic depression.
I’m sorry I don’t talk and walk like the girl you wish I were.
I’m sorry I have different opinions on what is worth my time.
I’m sorry I don’t do everything right the first time.
I’m sorry I can’t function correctly.
I’m sorry I am sad most of the time, I’m sorry I am a lot to handle.
I’m sorry I’m […]
When I said I think about suicide she was pretty baffled, but whatever, I wouldn’t think I was suicidal myself if I didn’t know better. So we talked about it and she told me several options, visiting a psychiatrist, a psychologist, or staying at a clinic for several weeks. I am not sure yet which one I am going to choose, but I have plenty of time till the next meeting.
One thing that bothered me though was this: I didn’t know how to tell her about my suicidal thoughts so I just said I was member of an online-forum … a suicide forum. She wasn’t […]
Each time, my heart finds a more inappropriate person to love. Pretty sure one day I’ll end up in love with a cartoon character.
But what I’m telling you now makes no sense and I’m sorry. I love too many people, too much, and I’m just not a very good person. I mean, I don’t cheat physically, but I do it a lot emotionnaly.
Sorry for this confusing post.
i hate everything. i don’t trust anyone or anything anymore. im an athlete and am in college right now.  I like being active and i have good friends. its just not enough. i feel lonely and don’t want to live in this world–im pretty much paranoid now i feel like, ive been in therapy for about 5 years now. Ive been struggling with depression since then and went into a treatment facility for anorexia for 6months a few years ago. This all makes it worse. On the outside and symptom/behaviorwise im doing so much better. Im talking and opening up to people more than i ever have,im not shy anymore like i used to be. ive actually never been more talkative, more open, and more social in my life. But ive actually never felt more alone, more lonely, more misunderstood, and more desperate and hopeless.  my eating is under-control and so is my self-injury…my mom put me on a leash pretty much too and said if i revert back she is kicking me out of school and im basically completely on my own.but at the end of the day, nothing is changed.everyone said that life without an eating disorder is better, and blah blah. but its not. i hate life just as much if not more, im just as lonely if not more, im just as angry if not more,i am more skeptical, and believe less and lessin happiness and anything good at all the morethat time goes on…increasingly therefore i don’t believe or trust anything or anyone. i dont even know what to do. i don;t want to think about tomorrow. i don’t want to sleep and be stuck alone trapped in my head with my thoughts. i dont know how to go on, let alone for what reason
As a child, and indeed as a teenager, and even now, I’m mostly a loner. I never really sought out the company of other people, for whatever reason; and having a disability that carries lots of myths that people actually believe hasn’t really helped with friends. In elementary school, I quite clearly remember being lumped in with a group of people with learning disabilities, with the premise that I could make friends with other “disabled†people. Being nine or so, it didn’t bug me much; indeed at the time it did seem like a nice gesture. But, as I said, I’m […]
I found a picture on tumblr, and it’s pretty funny, because it reminds me of a few years ago. In that time, my breakfast also looked like that. But that picture also made me realize that I’m going back to that time…
I cant live with myself anymore after he left ,i just hate myself so much for not being good for him ,i hate myself for having an ugly personality and ugly face and ugly body and i hate myself for being stupid and not being good at anything! I just hate that im not one of his sexy smart pretty friends ,i hate that he left me ,i hate that i cant rewind ,i hate that i cant get over him and i hate how much i miss him!.
Hi, I’m a 15 year old male (contrary to the title I know but keep reading) I was born on August, 8, 1998 anyways I was born to two wonderful people here in my wonderful homeland of Canada. I was (am) being raised in a religious group witch I will not mention because its considered the worst sin to talk about it/give it a bad name. But yeah it’s basically led by a group of old men, and everyone in it is delusional, including my parents. So about the title, yes, I’ll get to that right now, I was a special child born with a […]
Full-alert here, if you are going to try to bash me, insult me, or talk me out of this, please leave this thread. I am not asking for your judgement or opinions. You are not me, you have not lived my life, and so you have no right to decide what I should do with it Second warning, this is a very long post. Please bear with me.
Okay, after getting that point across, I was wondering the certain fatality doses for prescription medications. I am trying to garner as much information from people as possible, so if you know any other websites/forums where I won’t […]
What rule did my most recent post violate for it to be deleted? I’m pretty sure it was flagged by people who have a motive in disrupting something they dislike from someone they dislike… Its fine though… The room will still come to fruition… Flagging my post just shows you’re (not the sp admins) worried about me doing so and you’re trying to prevent it… Ah well nice try though…
Today, well it was a better day then yesterday.
I stayed home from school ‘cuz I woke up depressed. But, spending the day doing nothing didnt make me feel any better.
Im just as lonely and sad as I was yesterday. Since i didnt do anything I thought alot. And I realized my friends really dont like me. I mean in high school you dont really make that many new friends, you just drop a few old ones, and keep a few old ones..
And I realized I need a new friend.. So, anybody reading this (if anyone is still actually reading my boring post)
Quit Worrying About How You Look, it’s About Whats On The Inside!
i don’t care who you are. your beautiful and amazing in your own unique and special way, please don’t let what he/she says make you stop believing that. the people who hurt you most are the ones who usually are the closest to you…but don’t beat yourself up, and depress yourself with it, because they may have called you ugly. stupid. fat. etc..but only you can believe them..only you can take it to heart. only you can take it as far as it gets. You, are Your Biggest Enemy. free yourself from mental slavery, […]
Has anyone on here ever been scared to post or comment? Or is it just me. I just cut myself, and earlier i burned muself.
Its been raining all day. so I wrote this.
Let it rain
The tears will pour
As your fists
Beat down my door
As long as you can go to bed
Rest your little pretty head
For I wont wake up
Next morn