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No one sees how much painI'm in. No one even understands when I try to explain it. All I want is for someone to hold me right now. I want to cry. I wishthe pain would stop. I just want to make it end no matter what that means. What is wrong with me. Will the pain ever end. Will I ever be able to stop cutting m
I'm just like you! people can't understand what i'm going through! but maybe things will get better! start thinking positive and i swear everything will change! take everything out! cry, scream! but please don't cut yourself!:( i care about you even if i don't know you!
I've waited 12 years and they still haven't gotten better. The cutting at least makes the pain stop if only for a while. Anytime anyone finds out what I'm going through and how I feel all they can do is look at me and say I don't know what to say or do for you
Hey, sometimes in life we come across these periods where we get really confused and lost in-between all of our feelings and emotions. Our minds usually runs around harsh questions like Why is everything like this? Why am I feeling this way? When will it get better?.It can be really hard to break the cycle. And sometimes the only way out, even if not permanent, is self-harm.There are some alternative to self-harming, have you tried some?"The Butterfly Project" for an example. The best thing is to find a healthy coping mechanisms, but things that work for one person, doesn't necessarily work for another... So that's more of a personal discovery, what's the best for you? What would help you the most? It's important to remember that things can get better.
I have tried many other different options haven't found one that works and just don't see the point anymore. I deserve this :(
It's important to keep trying and never give up in yourself. Because we are all important and deserve happiness! When I was facing a hard time, I held onto poetry, writing and reading helped me, recover from self-harm and from my depression. Here are some lines I read whenever I need to:
"But when I thought I hit bottom, it started hitting back.
There is no bruise like the bruise of loneliness kicks into your spine
So let me tell you I know there are days it looks like the whole world is dancing in the streets when you break down like the doors of the looted buildings
You are not alone and wondering who will be convicted of the crime of insisting you keep loading your grief into the chamber of your shame
You are not weak just because your heart feels so heavy"
This last line is really precious to me, it's a good poem by Andrea Gibson called "The Nutritionist", if you are interested. Also, if you need anything, you can talk to me or with any listener here, we will listen and support you.
I think I'm honestly too fucked up for the people here. All of the listeners almost immediately ask if I've seen a doctor or if I can go to a therapist...... I don't have the money to be able to tale care of myself this is my only option
I'm so sorry you feel this way, if you need to talk please feel free to send me a message
Thanks I would love to talk but I dont think it's realistic. Ill figure it out or die trying
Well, perhaps you can try to explain it, and we can try to understand?
I haven't met a single person who can understand.
I believe you, but still, I would like to try. Of course, you do not have to, I'm just asking.
At this point suicide is a viable option for me. No one in my family wants me around. My father beat me. My mother used me. My fiance left me for her ex. Everyone I have ever loved has left. I'm a severe cutter and that's all I want to do right now. My heart hurts and im depressed as fuck. My mind is so fucked I believe I'm worthless, fat, stupid, ugly, and incredibly unlockable.
I wish someone could save me
Hey. Please don't cut. Don't take it out on your wrists. They didn't do anything wrong. And neither did you. Take it out on the world. Express yourself. Use all that pain and turn it into a masterpiece. Don't waste your tears, sometimes it's just not worth it. Every tear is paint and ever slash on your wrist is a stroke of a brush. But your body is not a canvas. It's already a work of art. Get some paper and cut and cry all you want. It will be amazing. Trust me.
I have to cut. I need to destroy myself. It is the only thing that is going to me feel better right now. I have been resisting for weeks and I can't do it anymore