absolute_n0thing
New Member
- Jul 29, 2023
- 2
I've been mentally unwell for years. Even as a child, I can very distinctly remember constantly having this terrible fear and panic that would tighten my chest whenever I was forced to be in public, and having to muffle my cries as a lay in bed at night wondering why everything within me felt so heavy and sad all of a sudden.
Getting older and being diagnosed gave me explanations for the terrible feelings I had gotten used to as a child, but it didn't fix anything. Maybe if I had known earlier. Maybe if my parents had believed me when I bawled about the deep sadness in my chest that wouldn't go away. Maybe if I had gotten help before the first time I cut. The first time I got high. The first time I ODed.
I don't know. The past can't be changed. And so I feel my future is already set. All the things I had made myself live for have come and gone. Turning 18. Getting a job. Hobbies. Events. All have come and gone and I am no happier, no less suicidal than years before. None of it was worth waiting for.
I am 20 now. I won't be 21.
Getting older and being diagnosed gave me explanations for the terrible feelings I had gotten used to as a child, but it didn't fix anything. Maybe if I had known earlier. Maybe if my parents had believed me when I bawled about the deep sadness in my chest that wouldn't go away. Maybe if I had gotten help before the first time I cut. The first time I got high. The first time I ODed.
I don't know. The past can't be changed. And so I feel my future is already set. All the things I had made myself live for have come and gone. Turning 18. Getting a job. Hobbies. Events. All have come and gone and I am no happier, no less suicidal than years before. None of it was worth waiting for.
I am 20 now. I won't be 21.