Depression - Teen Support Group
Teen depression is marked by persistent sadness, discouragement, loss of self-worth, and loss of interest in usual activities. Depression can be a temporary response to many situations and stresses. Teens may be more susceptible to depression due to the normal maturation process, the stress associated with it, and conflicts with parents as they become more independent.
I feel like I'm drowning and I'm walking around and I can see everyone breathing. They're all going on with their lives like I'm not dying at the hands of a monster called depression. I look for scars on people's arms because I'm so desperate to know that someone else is like me. I openly show cuts on my arms in the open just to see if someone will notice.
I don't cry anymore. I'm always on the verge of tears, but then I suck it up and go on with life. I want to die. I really want to die. I want to fall asleep and never wake up, but I don't feel justified about feeling this way because I'm not sad: I'm numb. I have no more emotions or more like all of my emotions are so overwhelming I shut them out until I feel nothing. I feel like everyone's talking about me, like they all hate me, like I'm never good enough, like they'd be happier if I never came home or never came back.
How can I be so tired of living but so scared of dying? I don't know if that's the right word: scared. I feel nothing now. I'm dead inside. What would be different if I was dead on the outside? I suppose it's because somewhere inside of me I have some kind of hope. That's supposed to be a good thing. It's not. There's nothing worse than thinking you had a chance when you never really did.
I want to die so badly but I'm so scared of the lethality of death. It sounds stupid... I wouldn't care if I died in my sleep tonight. The only thing keeping me on this earth is because suicide is a sin and I have faith in God. I have no hope anymore. I gave up a long time ago. Maybe I'm just made to die. We all are in the end. What does it matter if I just cut out early? I'm just in a really bad place right now. Any advice or response of any kind would be much appreciated.
I don't cry anymore. I'm always on the verge of tears, but then I suck it up and go on with life. I want to die. I really want to die. I want to fall asleep and never wake up, but I don't feel justified about feeling this way because I'm not sad: I'm numb. I have no more emotions or more like all of my emotions are so overwhelming I shut them out until I feel nothing. I feel like everyone's talking about me, like they all hate me, like I'm never good enough, like they'd be happier if I never came home or never came back.
How can I be so tired of living but so scared of dying? I don't know if that's the right word: scared. I feel nothing now. I'm dead inside. What would be different if I was dead on the outside? I suppose it's because somewhere inside of me I have some kind of hope. That's supposed to be a good thing. It's not. There's nothing worse than thinking you had a chance when you never really did.
I want to die so badly but I'm so scared of the lethality of death. It sounds stupid... I wouldn't care if I died in my sleep tonight. The only thing keeping me on this earth is because suicide is a sin and I have faith in God. I have no hope anymore. I gave up a long time ago. Maybe I'm just made to die. We all are in the end. What does it matter if I just cut out early? I'm just in a really bad place right now. Any advice or response of any kind would be much appreciated.
Please hold on. Lots of us are in the same boat, but if we hold on things have to get better. Our lives have barly started, and we can do so much. I get myself through the day by thinking about all the things I want to do someday. I can't die today because I want to publish a book, or go to Egypt. It doesn't always work, sometimes those dreams seem to far away, but it helps. On the dark days I just focus on breathing, and remind myself that each breath in an accomplishment. Every day that you live proves that you are strong and amazing.
I have scars on my arms. I don't try to cover them. A part of me desperatly wants someone to notice, even though I'll just lie when they ask. You are not alone.
I'm glad I met you. I would miss you if you went. People care.
Call someone or stay online tonight. Being alone in the dark never feels good.I am probably not saying the right things, but I am being honest. I hope I can at least help a little.
-Caitlin.