For those of you with the strength or lust to shake things up in 2015; here’s some inspiration:
http://elitedaily.com/life/culture/resolutions-you-need-for-new-year/890253/
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I don’t want to die with myself becz my parent’s love me, but now situation is not in my control. i want to do lot’s of stuff but i can’t every time i try to do new thing just someone remind me that what i can’t do. i screw many thing in my past i want to fix them but i can’t because i don’t have enough strength to stand. i am weak, i pray to god please give me some strength, but nothing work.i am just crying and try to harm my body. please god give your worst hazard to me so that i […]
a happy thought as soon as you wake up could potentially change the whole day, wake up and believe it will be a good day. find something about yourself you love, yes this may be hard, but try. there has to be one thing, maybe its you’re strength or perseverance just anything think of something good something that makes waking up rewarding and the day will be so much brighter. it may sound dumb and it may be challenging at first but I promise it helps, just try it. trying never hurt anyone!
I’m scared to die but want to.right when I’m about to down some pills I think about what’s gonna happen after and chicken out. I’m NOT Christen so I don’t believed I’ll go to hell for doing so. But were do I find the strength to kill myself?
As we all know, plenty of aspects of life aren’t very easy to handle. But I learned that through difficulty there is greater strength to gain alongside experience and maturity. Sometimes I wonder why is it that if you are in the middle of one of life’s struggles, it becomes difficult to believe in looking at that bright side. How come the obvious light at the end of the tunnel becomes so faded and unbelievable when one is basking in depression?
It’s quite scary because during this dark time it’s so easy to forget that everything will be okay. What if I become so convinced […]
All I do is hurt people and ruin my relationships. I’m a god awful person who just fucks up everything. I hurt everyone. I judge like I’m better. I wish I had the strength to pull the trigger last year
I’m sick. Had an appt. with the surgeon today. Blah blah blah, more tests, blah blah blah.
Just ended a 10 year relationship. He didn’t want to marry me. Or live with me. Or commit to me in any meaningful way.
I want to feel better. I want to go on with my life and get medical treatment and be okay. I really do.
I just don’t think I have the strength to survive the pain I’ll have to go thru to come out the other end. Mental pain physical pain. All of it.
Maybe I’m a coward. Maybe I’m just broken and exhausted.
Suicide […]
My brokenness has cost me the man who matters most and has isolated me from my children. There is no way to rebuild. There is too much work and I don’t have the strength. I am so scared. I am a coward. A trashy piece of worthless wasted air.
I don’t trust anyone, especially myself. I hid razor blades throughout the house. Figured that was a smart thing to do. ha ha ha
What the fuck was the point of this existence?
All of us here with our suicidal ideations and intentions (this post is not addressed to the wannabe saviours, bless their sweet souls) – I lurk and read, and i write and comment rather little, but I am here every day nonetheless. And the impression I’m getting is that, despite the fact that we are all weak in one way or another, some people discuss suicide from a position of strength and some from absolute vulnerability. The strong ones display vulnerability, but the vulnerable ones do not display strength. I’m not going to name names; I’m not even going to tell you which of those I imagine […]
never in my life did I think there were as many people who feel the same way as me. I am 45, been battling since I was 10 or so. I have won and lost, two prior attempts that but by the grace of God i survived. However even though I firmly believe I am a walking miracle I still know that one day I will end it.
I don’t know exactly when, but I do know what will be my last straw, and that will be when I lose my best and only true friend Chip. my chocolate lab. he is 6 now, so […]
I have no control of my thoughts.
Why do I feel this way. I know im not crazy.
I feel like I am, But I know im pretty normal because no one else even knows how im feeling right now.
Its like a hidden secret that im not trying to hide
I want help.
I don’t want this. I want to just leave for a while and take care of me. Lock me up if that’s what it takes. I cant do this anymore. I cant fight my own thoughts.
I don’t have the energy or the strength.
Im fighting a losing battle.
Why am I still here? I have everything prepared for my death. I have a miserable life and I don’t want to improve anything because I have absolutely no strength to do so and I hate life anyway. I believe that good moments aren’t worth living for. And it’s not worth to live as me especially. I’m damaged to the point where nothing can make me happy. So, what the hell am I waiting for. Is it just fear of the unknown? Is it just because I can’t imagine not being able to observe life anymore, or what will they do with my body, or […]
You are strong and couragous
No matter what life throws at you
Always have courage and strength
You think that you don’t have a reason
to live
A purpose
Think again.
You say that you’re weak
not worthy
You are worthy
Have faith
Adversity may be at your door
Be ready to fight like hell.
Your life is a flower quickly fading here today gone tomorrow. If you need to talk add me on kik my username is AngelWarrrior16
Into the deep blue depression sea (I wrote this a couple years ago)
by HarleyJean21
written by HarleyJean21
These scars on my wrists
are from when I was pissed
uncontrollable anger
silent screams of unspoken words
I see stories
you see scars
lines of defeat
wounds of strength
Self mutilation feels better than you think
especially when your blood rises and your skin turns pink
constant competition between mind and body
both so weak you all you can do is fall
You say you “understand”
but nobody ever will
not even me.
-Harley
This is my last post here. I really cannot live with this illness anymore.
God give me strength, I pray. Deliver my soul to Heaven if and when I exit. Amen.
I think about it all the time… at least a few times a day. Suicide. I dont think about how it would affect others.. i dont think about anything but myself. But i never seem to care. I want it so bad in so many different ways. But then i see this kid.. i see how their family and friends are effected. How sad it makes everybody and how much it makes other ppl appreciate their lives and their friends and families lives. Its a curse and a blessing at the same time. It doesnt make me want to end things any less, but it […]
I am getting very disgusted God. My “inner” strength is beginning to wane. I am starting to feel like shit again!
Right now, I am scrolled away in my spare bedroom upstairs.  It can get claustrophobic up here as it is a converted attic with only a small skylight for a window.  I have been up here for two days avoiding my boyfriend…. avoiding the world, really.
I am a 50 year old female with too much loss in my life and have reached a point where I just don’t want to go on. Â I am sure I don’t have the worst story out there, but for me, its been far too taxing.
In 2003, I buried my only daughter (9 years old) from a tragic car accident. Â She […]
When people ask me what I want to be in five years, the answer that pops to mind is ‘dead’. But when people are asking people how you are, they don’t expect the answer ‘depressed, suicidal, and really close to giving up’. Â I don’t know why I’m here anymore. There’s not future in sight, it’s just suffering. And I don’t think that I can take much more of this. I’m here because I have nowhere else to g. I’m here because I am a pathetic, useless coward, and I don’t have the strength to end it. Days aren’t days anymore. They’re jsut stupid obstacles that […]
I wish,
oh how I wish I had the strength to bring my breath to a stop,
I’m stuck between my loved ones and death,
And they don’t suspect my last breath.
— I wish i had the strength to kill myself, but I cant, because no one knows what death is like. So many religions around the world have their own ideals and perspectives. Some I used to follow till they yelled, stared down at me, ignore me, bullied me and drove me into the smallest corner of the church to hide. Til’ my family was done with their business there. Â Sometimes my sister would sit next to […]