Lovey
Bipolar | AN
- May 16, 2023
- 23
I realised I joined this forum on May and I have attempted and self harmed so many times since. Yet here I am, alive. I really hate being alive to this day. I don't think I'm meant to live into the next year, and I hope I am successful when I attempt this Saturday.
I am so fucking tired of feeling lonely. Which you can feel even if you are surrounded by people. I pushed everyone away the past few months and there is no one checking up on me or trying to figure out how's my mental health at the moment. I am completely free from the pressure of others caring or wondering how I'm doing. Yet for some reason, I stupidly tried to reach out to someone last night. Some guy I've been sleeping with, who told me he enjoyed spending time together even if we didn't have sex, and I said everything about how suicidal I was and planning to CTB anytime soon, then I asked him to keep me company on Saturday for a little while. He said he had plans with his family. Then asked me to go inpatient.
I didn't ask to feel this way, I was so naive for giving it a go. Every time I give life another chance, every time I tell someone how I truly feel, every time I ask for help, every time I end up in the psych ward, IT NEVER GETS BETTER, it only gets worse! And I feel lonelier and more hopeless than I was before.
Please tell me I'm not alone on feeling this way…
I am so fucking tired of feeling lonely. Which you can feel even if you are surrounded by people. I pushed everyone away the past few months and there is no one checking up on me or trying to figure out how's my mental health at the moment. I am completely free from the pressure of others caring or wondering how I'm doing. Yet for some reason, I stupidly tried to reach out to someone last night. Some guy I've been sleeping with, who told me he enjoyed spending time together even if we didn't have sex, and I said everything about how suicidal I was and planning to CTB anytime soon, then I asked him to keep me company on Saturday for a little while. He said he had plans with his family. Then asked me to go inpatient.
I didn't ask to feel this way, I was so naive for giving it a go. Every time I give life another chance, every time I tell someone how I truly feel, every time I ask for help, every time I end up in the psych ward, IT NEVER GETS BETTER, it only gets worse! And I feel lonelier and more hopeless than I was before.
Please tell me I'm not alone on feeling this way…