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guestguest360
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- Jul 31, 2025
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I don't even know how to explain what I'm feeling right now. All that comes to mind are the words broken and damaged. I've been reflecting a lot over the past 2 years and I've really started to realise how much my childhood has impacted me. I blocked a lot of things out but I'm starting to remember. When I was young I think I was in survival mode. I had to deal with so much pain on my own but I got by somehow. I felt older than years due to the trauma I endured but now I just feel like a broken child that can't be helped by anyone. I've been massively misunderstood by mental health services and I don't trust them anymore or anyone for that matter. I'd rather suffer alone than ask for help again. The constant let downs and invalidation are so painful.
I don't know where to go from here. There was a tiny part of me that wanted to give life another go and I felt a little hopeful. But that part of me is just engulfed by depression. I'm so tired of fighting my brain everyday and dealing with the consequences of how others treated me growing up. I don't feel like there's a professional in the world that can help me get through this. Ending it all just feels like the only thing to do at this point. I feel like the depression has truly won after 12 years. I just wish I wasn't so afraid of dying because that keeps me stuck here. It's tortuous. I don't know where I was going with this. I just wanted to get some thoughts off my mind. Writing in diaries no longer feels safe for me.
I don't know where to go from here. There was a tiny part of me that wanted to give life another go and I felt a little hopeful. But that part of me is just engulfed by depression. I'm so tired of fighting my brain everyday and dealing with the consequences of how others treated me growing up. I don't feel like there's a professional in the world that can help me get through this. Ending it all just feels like the only thing to do at this point. I feel like the depression has truly won after 12 years. I just wish I wasn't so afraid of dying because that keeps me stuck here. It's tortuous. I don't know where I was going with this. I just wanted to get some thoughts off my mind. Writing in diaries no longer feels safe for me.