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I’ve been dating my boyfriend for a few months now and recently I opened up to him about my mental health struggles and my eating disorder and I said that I wanted to die, but he said that he doesn’t want me to die but my life is unbearable, because everyone hates me. One day, him and I are going to get married. I love him so much. Sometimes I just want to end my stupid life, I don’t have a purpose, I’m worthless. Sorry for the rant, I just really want to die.
Staying alive for people is really hard. I'm only here now because my brother has PTSD from my past attempts (among other things) and I don't want to put him through that again. People act like you don't need help anymore if you're safe for the moment but that's not true at all. You deserve help and your situation sounds really hard. I hope you can talk to your boyfriend as much as you need.
ok, here goes. there's this girl in my school who i absolutely despise. she's annoying, has no self-control, and does does whatever she wants without thinking of how it affects other people. i also don't have the best history with her, since we used to be "friends", and then after me and my ex broke up, and another friend and i stopped talking, she told me that she "didn't think that we were clicking, but never really had the right time to tell me". (ma'am, this is clearly not the right time, i'm literally at the lowest point in my life)
anyways, she'll steal peoples stuff as a "joke", and then they have to chase her down and wrestle it back, so i'm a bit cautious around her. i left my waterbottle on the lunch table to go buy lunch, and when i came back, she had KNOCKED IT OFF the table so she could sit in my spot. i told her that wasn't okay, and we got in a small argument, before i grabbed my stuff and left.
heres where the petty kicks in: a teacher asked if i was okay, and i just kind of said "f**k it" and told her the whole story. she stormed over to the table and said something to her, before telling me to tell her if it happened again.
schadenfreude, my good fellows
I'm not doing so good. I haven't been to school in months. I haven't seen my friends in months. I'm constantly lonely and afraid. I'm so depressed and anxious it's scary. I need help, but my first experience with therapy was so terrible and scary that I don't feel comfortable going back. I had a breakdown because I had an appointment with my psychiatrist. I miss my friends but I don't feel like I can see anyone with the state I'm in. It's like I don't deserve it, which I know isn't true. My medicine isn't working, there haven't been any changes to how I'm feeling. My other new medicine isn't working, I'm still having seizures. I feel like I can't talk to anyone about this because no one I know would understand. I had someone tell me they didn't believe I was depressed because I have a good life. I had someone tell me that I couldn't have anxiety because I didn't seem nervous. It's like there's something stopping me from getting better..
Sorry if I'm commenting too much, I just really want you all to know that I care.
Sorry if I'm commenting too much, I just really want you all to know that I care.
