Can I ask how old you are?

Hi and welcome Kitana
Depression and thinking of attempting suicide is very serious and I hope that you are reaching out for professional help if it's you or your boyfriend if it's him.
Big hug and a blessing

What are the issues that keep your lives in such turmoil?
Write them down and try to eliminate them.

I agree suicide is a very serious matter and if the depression is getting that bad you or he need to seek professional help ASAP. I would love to talk one on one with you sometime if you would like. Most things that we make priority in our lives and usually insignificant and cause undo stress.

Big hugs and welcome to the group.

I'm 15, it's been both of us kinda, and neither of us are really able to get professional help. And with me at least I just feel like my life is spiraling out of control, and I'm starting to give up, I don't know why he's always so depressed and stressed out really since he won't tell me.

This is a poem that was shared this week on the depression board here as well as the bipolar board....i think its brilliant... i to suffer from a mood disorder sweetie so i understand...Can you talk to your parents or a school councilor?

The depression board on here is very good and quite active if you wanted to take a peek at it
The morning after I killed myself i woke up...i made myself breakfast in bed. I added salt & pepper to my eggs. I used my toast for a cheese & bacon sandwich. I squeezed a grapefruit into a juice glass. I scraped the ashes from the frying pan and rinsed butter off the counter. I washed the dishes and folded the towels

The morning after I killed myself, I fell in love. Not with the boy down the street or the middle school principle. Nor with the everyday jogger, or the grocer who always left the avocados out of the bag. I fell in love with my mother and the way she sat on the floor in my room holding each rock from my collection in her palm until they grew dark with sweat. I fell in love with my father down at the river as he placed my note and sent it into the current. With my brother who once believed in unicorns but who now sat at his school desk trying desperately to believe that I still existed.

The morning after I killed myself, I walked the dog. I watched the way her tail twitched when a bird flew by or when her pace quickened at the sight of a cat. I saw the empty space in her eyes when she reached a stick and turned round to greet me so we could play catch, but saw nothing but the sky in my place. I stood by as strangers stroked her muzzle, and she wiltered beneath their touch, like she once did for mine

The morning after I killed myself, I went back to the neighbour's yard where I left my footprints in concrete as a 2 year old, and examined how they were already fading. I picked a few daylillies and pulled a few weeds and watched the elderly woman through her window as she read the paper with the news of my death. I saw her husband spit tobacco into the kitchen sink and bring her her daily meds

The morning after I killed myself, I watched the sun come up. Each orange tree opened like a hand and the kid on the street pointed at a single red cloud to his mother.

The morning after I killed myself, I went back to that body in the morgue and tried to talk some sense into her. I told her about the avocados and the stepping stones, the river and her parents. I told her about the sunset and the dog and the beach

The morning after I killed myself, I tried to unkill myself, but couldn't finish what I had started

Consider this!!

According to the New England Journal of Medicine. Between 1/3rd and 80% of all suicide attempts are impulsive acts. And 90% of the people who survive suicide attempts, don't end up killing themselves either.

As we know, suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. Please share with family and friends.


I saw this on the depression board, and thought it too good to miss x

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Sometimes one person in the relationship just has to be the leader, brave enough to say, we are both struggling and in order to be good together, we have to each be healthy and independent first on your own.

Do what you need to do to get yourself on steady ground again. We can't sacrifice our well being for other people. That never goes well.

Please reach out to your parents, another relative, a teacher, counselor, etc for help. You do not have to carry this burden by yourself.

Agreed with the others. If this love is causing both of you so much pain and turmoil, maybe it's time to take a break. He's stressed because you're stressed. You're both really close and can feel each other's pain. He's probably just as afraid to tell you these things as you're afraid to tell him. If you take the lead by being the un-stressor, I'm sure he'll follow.

I forgot to check on this :/ I like that poem by the way. Also neither him or I go to public school or have current acsess to a councilor. And I'm not good at being a destressor, I can't relax with him there or when he's gone. And more stuff has come up recently that's just making some things worse.

Then you have to leave the relationship if it's causing you anxiety and things are happening that are making things worse. People sometimes think that it's normal to have drama in relationships. It's not normal at all and in fact, it's usually a sign that something is not right. People also sometimes think they have to stay in a relationship even if it's bad, because they are in love. That's a myth.