I need help. But I don't know who to tell.
awh my poor hun *hugs tight* you really should tell someone, there must be someone.. even if your mom won't understand you well, maybe you could try just saying you're not well and asking her to see a doctor. I don't want you to endure this anymore.. TT <333It's getting really bad. Last night, I was thinking of ways to kill myself. I was planning it out, how I would tell everyone, my last goodbyes and the method. I'm not stable and I know it. Everything is an absolute blur and I feel so helpless. I don't know what happening to me.
Someone help me. Please.
thank you kokuawh my poor hun *hugs tight* you really should tell someone, there must be someone.. even if your mom won't understand you well, maybe you could try just saying you're not well and asking her to see a doctor. I don't want you to endure this anymore.. TT <333
that's good at least... just know you can always talk to me <3thank you koku
I think I just need to find the right person to tell. I'm not legally allowed to go to the doctors without them notifying my parents but I should be able to in a few months. Hopefully, I can figure something out then.
that's really awful, I'm so sorry. I can only imagine how hard things must be for you right now... such a difficult situation.. but I really think you should seek help. If the meds aren't working maybe you can try others (it took me a long time to find ones that suit me too). There must be some numbers or places you can go to get help too (I hope).. I hope there is someone you can lean on to support you though this too... maybe try educating yourself as well, it might be helpful to read some books/watch some vids.. I'm sorry if this was useless, I truly hope for the best and please know you can always talk to us here....Hey guys... I really don't know what to do. And this is the only place I could talk about this.... I quit my job about 4 months ago... And now I am jobless... Some of u might know I have bipolar... I couldn't keep up... There are days where I will be 7 days on a row ill and tired and irritated... And just sick and all day on my bed with very negative racing thoughts..... My abusive mom told me to come home instead of being homeless on the streets.... And she keeps ranting how I should find a job... I haven't told her about my condition she is very ignorant and she will just think I am crazy and might kick me out of the house if I told her... Now my boss told me it's OK I could comeback to work if I want but I really feel ill and just feel very suicidal and sick of everything feels pointless at this point.... Medications don't work for me and causes horrible side effects.... I really don't think I could keep on anymore.. This sickness is taking a tool on my life and i just want to escape it....
I can't believe people have the audacity to say such things. It's so hurtful.You most likely didn't have bad intentions. But. If you're laughing at someone, belittling the way they feel about themselves, telling someone that they have no good reason to feel the way they feel, you don't understand not only how depression works, but me as a person. You literally said that outright to me. "Because you don't have a good reason." You might argue that you do understand depression, perhaps you do, but you don't understand mine. It's good that you don't care to notice, otherwise you would've seen I don't talk to you about how I feel anymore and I treat you more like an acquaintance now rather than a close friend. It's not that I'm holding a grudge, I just recall how hurt I felt at that time. I understand that with a person like me, there isn't much you can do to help and it's difficult to figure out what to say. My frustration is directed toward myself, who can't seem to release the hope that another soul might understand mine. When I meet my own eyes, I don't know what I can say or do to make it better either. I can be simply walking home thinking to myself, why do people get sad when people die? Is it really so bad to leave this world? Is existing precious? I contemplate on these topics even if I'm not feeling particularly bad. And when I do feel bad, the thoughts, emotions and questions I have are something else entirely. So, this is why I told you talking to people doesn't help me. Because I'm not searching to be told simply not to feel the way I do or get how I feel laughed off when it's not funny, and I can't show how desperate I am, because I already feel stupid when I shouldn't, this is simply just how I feel.
I don't know why I'm thinking of this now, but I just had to get it off my chest.
Wishing you a very happy new year too koku. I hope it's a lot more peaceful too <3I'm a little early but why not....... wishing everyone a happier, or at least more peaceful year than the previous one....... <3
My anxiety never stops growing.
Perhaps we would all be happier if we lived the way you have. A small town, a tightly-knit community, a strong emphasis on family, a literal mountain to inspire you outside your window, a barn owl landing outside your room as you play your harmonica like something out of a Disney movie, valleys, and meadows, and lakes... A place to safely play in, to go to school in, to work in, to raise a family in... Where the most stressful and biggest family issue is struggling to figure out what to buy everyone for Christmas, and the biggest issue of living there is simply feeling a tad isolated from the rest of the world (trust me, the grass is definitely not greener)... I don't know. Psychologically, I can see how a place like that can make people more docile and kind. And, I dunno, how nice for you, I guess... I sometimes wonder if you know how lucky you are. Then again, you're just a character in a book, and the author was probably thinking the same thing when she created you... Maybe she and I should have a drink together.
My anxiety never stops growing.
Perhaps we would all be happier if we lived the way you have. A small town, a tightly-knit community, a strong emphasis on family, a literal mountain to inspire you outside your window, a barn owl landing outside your room as you play your harmonica like something out of a Disney movie, valleys, and meadows, and lakes... A place to safely play in, to go to school in, to work in, to raise a family in... Where the most stressful and biggest family issue is struggling to figure out what to buy everyone for Christmas, and the biggest issue of living there is simply feeling a tad isolated from the rest of the world (trust me, the grass is definitely not greener)... I don't know. Psychologically, I can see how a place like that can make people more docile and kind. And, I dunno, how nice for you, I guess... I sometimes wonder if you know how lucky you are. Then again, you're just a character in a book, and the author was probably thinking the same thing when she created you... Maybe she and I should have a drink together.
I hate that where you live decides so much of what you can and cannot do in life. I hate that countries are run by absolutely corrupt individuals who are too prideful and stubborn to work together for good. I hate that some people grow up in environments and around people that are so horrible that they grow up to become evil themselves. I hate it when all three of these things converge and conspire to ruin your life. Why can't all countries be havens of peace and tolerance. Why can't we all live to a higher standard. Why must there be war and prejudice and hate. Why must their be fear and no-win scenarios.
Instead, Person A lives in a country where even just saying you have a mental disability can get you almost instantly fired, while Person B lives in a country that takes good care of its mentally-disabled workers. Person C lives in a country whose president just declared war in order to distract everyone from his own nonsense and keep himself in office another term, while Person D lives in another country, and is good friends with Person C, but oh, oops, sorry, they can't chat on Discord anymore because hackers just sabotaged the power grid and now Person C is without internet.
*sighs and replays that one video with a dog chilling in a hammock to restore my sanity*