At my end
This is it. I have had it. No more hope for me. Have to find a way to do it that will make it final.
I am a student in college and I am currently thinking about going into social work. Since I lost my brother in a car accident 13 years ago I have been very depressed. I like to help people with teir problems more than solving mine. My parents divorsed when I was 10 or 11. I had to move from one parent's to the other evry month. Not a way for a 6th grader to live. Felt like I had no real home. Got abused by my mother's live in Boyfriend. Later he turned into my step father. My dad remarried the July after I graduated from High School. I like her but I do not feel like I can talk to her. I cannot even talk to my father anymore. He hates it when I tell him how I feel. I try but he changes the subject and he has been there through it all with me. My friends are not true friends. They do not help me with my problems. They just pop up when they need something or they want something from me. I get used a lot. I ask to see and talk with them and when I get there they forgot to tell me that I wasn't important enough so they made other plans while I was enroute. Mind you that it was a 45minute trip on the expressway. I believe i am not important and I hate myself all the time.
I am a student in college and I am currently thinking about going into social work. Since I lost my brother in a car accident 13 years ago I have been very depressed. I like to help people with teir problems more than solving mine. My parents divorsed when I was 10 or 11. I had to move from one parent's to the other evry month. Not a way for a 6th grader to live. Felt like I had no real home. Got abused by my mother's live in Boyfriend. Later he turned into my step father. My dad remarried the July
I like to help people out of difficult situations.
I like to help people out of difficult situations.
This is it. I have had it. No more hope for me. Have to find a way to do it that will make it final.
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Jessi, I am truly not sure if I can help. I work in the funeral industry and come into daily contact with those who have lost a loved one. I am offering to you my ear, my experiences and as a suffer of depression and also one who lost someone so close to me I would love for you to give me the opportunity to be a friend and guide you the best I can. I am asking you not to give up on your life, but am offering a hand for you to hold and squeeze the crap out of if that's what it takes!!! Much sympathy for your pain and anguish inside! Big Hugs!
Hellooooo -- there are people here that are concerned as a result of your suicide plan thread...... Could you please update as soon as you can? thanks {{{{hugs}}}}
You still around?
please dont harm yourself i know how you feel, lots of people on here do. We are here to help each other get through. hugs
I'm sorry you are hurting so bad. I've always found that helping other people gives me strength. I know it's not easy to find a "real" friend. I was in my 40s before I found one like that. I hope and pray that you can get through this time without hurting yourself. You have a lot to offer and there are so many people who could use a friend like you. Take care
I am so depressed that recently all I think about is hurting myself. I want help!
My brother and his girlfriend were killed in a tragic car accident back in 1994. They were hit broad side by a semi. His brakes locked when he slamed on them and he swerved into the path of the semi-truck.
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My mother's live-in boyfriend pulled me off of a bed onto a cement floor just covered with a thin layer of carpeting. My mother denies it completely but my father now tells me that there were some unexplained bruises on my back. I was also at a county mental health facility and a man came in my room at night and pulled his pants down and got on top of me. This was a patient that did that. The last abuse case would be an ex who pulled guns on me all the time.