<<TRIGGER WARNING>> I'm discussing suicide and ->-bleeped-<-.
Quote from: jussmoi4nao on February 02, 2014, 07:00:07 AM
I think I'm just too damaged for things to get better. There's so many things about me even I don't understand and sometimes I just feel really lost and alone and to top it off, I don't even feel at home in my own body. I'm starting to hate my face and body and I just wana leave it all. My existence makes no sense and really I just don't see it getting any better. I almost wish someone would tell me that. Be like...what's the point, give up cuz like, I dunno
Im kinda numb atm, I got to where I was crying so hard I started laughing and now I'm just likee emotionally flatlined
First I just want to say that you are badass. Reaching out when you are feeling so screwed up and vulnerable is incredibly, incredibly hard and that you were able to do so shows an extraordinary amount of will. Seriously, like Sheala said, you are very, very brave.
Not long after I was 17, I swallowed a bottle of codeine pills hoping I wouldn't wake up. Obviously, it didn't work out that way. I got lucky. I'm just saying this so that when I say: I know what that feels like, I know what it's like to stare in a mirror and tell myself that I'm pathetic and useless and hopeless and I hate you I hate you I hate you I HATE YOU... you believe me. That I've cried so hard I've started laughing and I've felt so numb that I've wondered if I was already dead.
It is horrible. It is so ->-bleeped-<-ing horrible and I am so, so sorry that is the space you are in. You start laughing at yourself, at how pointless everything is, at how impossible it seems and then you just check out because you can't deal with the pain anymore. It hurts so bad that you just want everything to stop. I'm sorry, love. I am so, so sorry you are going through this. I wish I could carry some of your pain.
But you need to know that that sick, black feeling in you? That tells you that you are weak and worthless and pathetic and a waste of breath, of life? It is LYING to you. It's bull->-bleeped-<-. You are clever and charming and strong and beautiful and a survivor. And things are anything but hopeless, because things are NEVER hopeless. As long as you are breathing there is hope.
Cause the end of my story isn't that bottle of pills. The end is that I am endlessly and overwhelmingly grateful that I got lucky. That I woke up and that I kept going. I'm not going lie. I staggered through depression for ages after that attempt. It took me a long, long time to find my way back to my life. But I did. And it's pretty grand these days. Better than I ever imagined I'd get.
And, you? It isn't gonna take you half as long to get back to a good place. Because you are braver than me. Better than me. You are here asking for help and I never had that kind of strength. You got this. You've already experienced the absolute worst and you are still breathing. You can do this. You can get through this.
Some practical advice? Take some time to not think. Listen to music, work out, watch a show, read a book, make yourself do something where you just stop considering all this. Just let yourself be a vegetable for a bit in self-defense. Cause then you are going to need to talk to someone. Posting here is a good start, but the next step is talking to someone you trust and then getting yourself a therapist (or talking to them if you've already got one). Because you need someone looking out for you. I know that's super hard and scary, but you really need someone to help you carry this thing. It WILL make it easier.
You will get through this. Don't listen to that voice in your head. You are a really strong person. I believe in you.
If you ever want to talk. I'm always happy to listen. Much love,
Sar