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To whom it may concern,

Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 11:51 am
by xll3
I just feel so empty so alone, I just want to die but i think of suicide as somethign selfish. My mother has only me. I know God is with me. And i pray for him to take me away. I have so much pain in my heart that i just cant stay possitive. I feel like i stuck in a whole full of mud and i cant get out.

Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 3:49 pm
by hollyann
Hi x113. Are you seeking any kind of treatment or help? You can talk here about what is making you feel that way. People will listen. It can get better.

hollyann

Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 10:51 am
by xll3
thanks I am currently taking Viibryd 40mg. I am still up and down. Its just things get so difficult. I know Iam verry blessed my God and should be thankfull for everything. But at the same time i feel like he dosent lisen to me. Idk maybe iam doing things wrong.

Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 2:30 pm
by mistystarshine
You aren't doing anything wrong. At least, that's what I think. But no one's perfect, so everyone does something wrong sometimes in their lives. I came close once, but being an anime otaku, japanese anime saved me. Find something you really, really, really like. Hold on to it. It will give you reason to live. I hope you get better.

Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 9:29 pm
by xll3
Ive tried, but still I find no success.

Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 6:21 pm
by Jalapeno
You're allowed to feel bad. What matters is that you stay to find better days.

Posted: Wed Jun 19, 2013 9:35 am
by Frame
I think jalapeno is right even I can't see better days or even a way forward. It sucks to stick around just to feel the pain but I do believe that we humans experience about the same amount of pleasure and pain. So ....Ok that sounds kind of hollow now I've said it, but...So...I guess then there's good in store. What ever. Stick around...yea there has to be a reason.

I'm trying to help. Guess I'm not helping. Sorry. I guess as a type II bipolar I do experience more pain than pleasure so what the hell am I talking about? I don't know why. Do it anyway. I'm sorry; I feel if I don't post this I won't exist. I hurt there for I am. Sometimes that's all there is. But only sometimes.