This lady came to my school today and talked about the dangers of dark magic. She talked about demon possession and how she was able to conjure spirits when she was in high school. I find it all entirely fascinating, but I am getting far too caught up in the dark world for it to be safe anymore. I feel constantly trapped in darkness and emptiness. I am never happy anymore. I have nothing to live for. I stopped using drugs and cutting nearly six weeks ago, and everything has grown worse, instead of better, since then. Everything is a constant battle. Far too often, […]
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Six Weeks
I’ve made so many mistakes. I’m only fifteen, turning sixteen next month and I’ve done so many horrible things. I don’t like to leave my house because I’m not sure who I’ll see and what they think of me. I’ve gone to bars and gotten drunk making a fool out of myself, tried to pick up strangers and people who know me and my family, I’ve done drugs and had sex for money, and to top it all off I got pregnant and got an abortion two weeks ago. I was only six weeks along but I feel so sad whenever I think about it. […]
What to say? I came to this site out of desperation so I hope it is authentic. I am a 36 year old female who has experienced depression in cycles for as long as I can remember. Late last year I was given a provisional diagnosis of “Bipolar Type II”. After initially being prescribed Lamotrigine (caused skin rash so stopped) I went cold turkey slowly came off 200mg zoloft. Just recently I have been on fluoxetine for around six weeks and have been advised to take seroquel xr (as of yesterday) After a period of depression and mixed episodes I am now feeling a […]
I’m 27. On the outside I appear to be a relatively well-adjusted, responsible, single Midwestern gal. On the inside, I’m screaming. Waiting for my life to end. I’ve been depressed/suicidal off and on since I was 15. One relatively severe cycle almost got me kicked out of college. I had to go to therapy, which was no help at all. I quickly grew bored of it and to expedite my exit from that requirement, I told the therapist what she wanted to hear. Fast forward a few years, I had broken things off with my first really serious boyfriend and rebounded to a guy a […]
It took one month for me to notice you.
One week for you to tell me you liked me.
Three days for you to ask me to be yours.
Two weeks for the fighting to begin.
Four and a half weeks for me to fall in love.
One day for you to change your mind about me.
Six weeks and four days for it to last.
Fifteen minutes for you to end it.
One week for you to find someone new.
Four months for me to convince myself ill be okay.
One month for me to find someone new.
And forever to forget you.