
lifeisadream
One of life’s failures
- Oct 3, 2022
- 116
First off, thank you for reading this.
I came to this forum because, I guess like many people here, I find the world is a gigantic lonely place, full of cruelty where those with any form of mental illness are misunderstood. Due to my depression, bipolar, bpd & social anxiety I seriously struggle out there in the real world talking to people, forming friendships or indeed keeping friendships.
People readily come & go in my life. I've stupidly previously told two people about my suicidal thoughts & intentions only to be met with the usual disdain followed by....blah blah don't do it, it's not the answer. One even told me to go to A&E, tell them everything then they'd have to send me to a psychiatrist (again). Think if I emptied the contents of my head in A&E I'd be sectioned. Maybe those two people love their life but they don't live inside my head every day. They're not fixated with checking out of this life like I am.
Anyway, I guess I'll always feel lonely, sad, depressed & as though I just exist in a sea of cruelty until I can finally be free. Don't really care what happens after death, it can't be as bad as the pain I feel in this life. Until that day, my fondness for sharp objects to harm myself with will continue.
While I'm here, sorry if I've annoyed anyone. I try my best not to.
I came to this forum because, I guess like many people here, I find the world is a gigantic lonely place, full of cruelty where those with any form of mental illness are misunderstood. Due to my depression, bipolar, bpd & social anxiety I seriously struggle out there in the real world talking to people, forming friendships or indeed keeping friendships.
People readily come & go in my life. I've stupidly previously told two people about my suicidal thoughts & intentions only to be met with the usual disdain followed by....blah blah don't do it, it's not the answer. One even told me to go to A&E, tell them everything then they'd have to send me to a psychiatrist (again). Think if I emptied the contents of my head in A&E I'd be sectioned. Maybe those two people love their life but they don't live inside my head every day. They're not fixated with checking out of this life like I am.
Anyway, I guess I'll always feel lonely, sad, depressed & as though I just exist in a sea of cruelty until I can finally be free. Don't really care what happens after death, it can't be as bad as the pain I feel in this life. Until that day, my fondness for sharp objects to harm myself with will continue.
While I'm here, sorry if I've annoyed anyone. I try my best not to.