After Thanksgiving and Black Friday, I could not have been more pissed off at all the wasted nuclear garbage I am seeing from my family, social media, ect. Before I go on, this is just me giving my honest thoughts on this whole thing I speak on no one else’s behalf. First I’ll talk about Thanksgiving and how we should all be thankful. I was with my family for Thanksgiving, quite a few people and we all talked about what we were thankful for. I could not give an appropriate response, I just said in a weary voice “I’m just thankful for the delicious food […]
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So yesterday was Thanksgiving here in the U.S. This last year (really the last 2 years) have been really bad for me, so I’m having a hard time feeling thankful/grateful about anything. Does anyone else on this site feel the same way? Also, how do any of you find things to be grateful for? I appreciate any and all suggestions.
What I thought was going to be a great Thanksgiving turned into a nightmare. My mom once again had one of her huge outbursts and just had to make everyone upset. It started out as a fight between her and my dad, they were screaming and my mom threatened divorce, and then she was fighting with my grandma. She was getting into her face calling her names and screaming. I would not allow her to treat my grandmother like that. I had to tell her to stop. Then she was following me around the house screaming for me to give her my phone. She kept […]
Since Labor Day weekend, I’ve been walking a track circle; on one end is glorious hope and love, on the other is despair, hopelessness, heartbreak. I’ve been researching suicide methods over the weeks, not often, but when I slide down the rabbit hole. Today I began a more in depth search into methods; I have several on my mind. Thinking I will commit to a plan once Thanksgiving is over. Always, once this, once that….I’m so tired. I wish I could just end it once and for all. Life is too overwhelming, too heartbreaking, too tiring. Hope is tiring.
I think I’ve finally got my plans in order.I have Thanksgiving break off of college. Thursday, Thanksgiving, I have to work for Job #1. I’m supposed to work all that week for job #2. But my plan is to take family medical leave for Job #2, meaning I only have to work Thanksgiving. The rest of break I can ask of from Job #1 no problem. That means I have between Friday and Sunday to do it. Hopefully Friday because if I fail, I’ll be groggy and unable to function for a couple days. But I hope I don’t fail.
My only regret is that it’s […]
Hi everyone, so today was the weirdest day in English. My class and I are reading Fahrenheit 451Â Â and we got to a part where Guy Montag’s wife Mlidred overdosed on sleeping pills. So, of course my teacher had us stop there and she started talking about the book’s society. Then she got into suicide. As she was talking about overdosing and what it does to you, I tried to stop listening to her because I been wanting to OD for a while now. Eventually, I heard the word “cut” from my teacher’s mouth and I wanted to start breaking down crying. Suicide really affects me, […]
Thanksgiving break just ended yesterday and I got to be home for five days, my first day back I did nothing. but the second day I spent sitting at home until my brother came to hang out for a few hours which was all good. Thursday was thanksgiving with my sisters family that I don’t know because we have different moms so it was awkward and all. But Friday was my favorite day of break and the reasoning behind why I am a horrible person. Friday I spent the day cleaning the apartment until my sisters boyfriend came home from work where we sat on […]
This is my first time posting on here, and I would like to read some first hand accounts of hospitalization after a suicide attempt, or being hospitalized for threatening to do so. I would like to know whether you feel it helped you or made you feel worse. Were you diagnosed with a mental illness and do you still want to kill yourself?
I’ll start…
Bought components for helium bag online last fall (live in a small town so it was easier to find online). I suppose I was acting a little too disconnected from others and my boyfriend caught on before I could summon the courage to […]
Alone In This Cruel World That So Many People Call Home While My Thoughts Brutally Attack Themselves
by Miss.Mayhem
written by Miss.Mayhem
I’ve attempted to write my suicide note. Or notes I should say. I’m not even done with the one to my love. It’s like 4 pages long already and not even close to being finished. Do I know if I’m going to commit suicide? No. I just want everything ready for when and if it does happen. I see it being a 30 to 70%. 30% being I won’t attempted it. The other 70% is I will. Probably not now but latter.
Tomorrow and Thanksgiving and I’m not sure what to be thankful for. My family resents me. My friends will eventually turn their backs on me. What’s […]
Thanksgiving break starts day a whole week off. A week of without getting treated like a piece of shit. I thought today could’ve been at least a little better guess now. I just wanna break down and cry right now so bad but i cant. I hate that people call you rude names just because you dont get them what they want. She called me a ***** wow ***** come with sonething new your the biggest one i fucking know !ugh fuck this school
I lost my sister 7 years ago the day after Thanksgiving. (I was 12 and she was 16)
Everyday since I feel like the rest of my life I will be lonely.
I’m going to kill myself soon, because I can’t stop missing her. And I know that when I do I will finally get to see her face again.
i Never Had a good Relationship with my Mom, she was Always out of the picture & on Drugs.
i Always wanted a mom Like The other kids in 4th Grade that would come & pick you up from school & just love you unconditionally. We fought , And Argued, She Told me She was Leaving Agian To NewMexico, i didnt really mind she had left multiple times . When she had gotten up there she called me maybe a month later saying she was pregnant, i Hated the Man she was with , He gotten her to take heroine agian, and she wasnt the same, She Said to me , […]
I pop on most days to work on a project, or to write a reply. Some days I’ll just read quietly. I speak up when I have something to share but I realize my voice just like before doesn’t mean much.
When I was younger I was a listener and I was forced to be a talker. To be a talker to make myself clear and to stop assumptions about me.
A phrase rings through my head “You can’t be a hero” at 12 years old my father did everything to crush my hopes. I did little things, I donated a little money, I held open […]
My name is Taylor. I’m 17 years old. And I’m ready to go…Â Â I’ve been bullied since I was 9. And even before that I always had trouble making friends. I have Asbergers Syndrome, and thus its painfully hard for me to talk to people. I’ve been to about 11 schools. I kept dropping out and going switching schools. I couldn’t handle the bullying. But the thing is, even though the setting changed the story never did. I always got picked on and left out. Id come home crying everyday. In 9th grade the bullying hit a peak. I went to a small private school then, […]
my dad is an alcoholic he’s been sober since before thanksgiving. This Christmas he started drinking. And has been since. I obviously hatE when he’s like that. Like why does he need to be drinking. Why does he need to start drinking. I hate him. He absolutely had an affect on me and made me how I am. I don’t even understAnd why he started drinking in the first place. I don’t remember him drinking when we still lived in lithuania. Its confusing to me. Its one of the reasons I hate being at home. Especially when he’s like that. Well all in all it […]
As my username suggests, this story is from a few years back, but I think that it’s worth sharing. And yes, this is lengthy, but I’m very sure that it’s worth the read.
This was probably the worst I had felt in weeks, life just wasn’t working out for me. I was stressed under mountains of homework, stuck singing in a choir that I hated that controlled my life and I had no social life. I didn’t know how to deal or cope with stress at all. A week prior to that day, I kept writing in this one notebook:
“Tell somebody, tell somebody”
It was the last […]