Self-Injury Support Group
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Don't be fooled by the title. This new beginning isn't filled with positive upbringings to evolve into a soaring role model. No, quite the opposite.
I've recently gotten back into bulimia. Every time I eat something unhealthy, or even healthy, hell, my new home is my bathroom. I don't want to be "saved," by going back to the hospital, if anything, I want to save myself. Even if that means suicide. I've been cutting for a few years; stopped for a few months, but I'm back into it. My father already told me there is no hope for me. My mother is worried sick, but I don't have enough motivation to transform into that better person that I have the potential to be. I could achieve my dreams. In another world, maybe. My self-esteem has hastily rocketed beneath my feet, too deep for me to grasp. I cannot find a solution, besides the cutting (which I don't even enjoy as much) and bulimia. My weight (210) is bringing me to the verge of starvation.
Yesterday, I tried committing suicide by overdose. I fell asleep with hopes of never seeing the sun again. Unfortunately, I watched it set. I also overdosed three days ago too. Obviously, that effort was futile. I'm at a loss. I feel like a disappointment to my parents. I just failed a regents, I've never had a boyfriend, I'm not going to go to college for a definitive job; I'm going to be a bassist. How much chance is there of succession there? My twin sister excels in everything: she has been in a relationship for over 1 year, she has great grades, she can drive much better than I. And here I am. A failure. An overweight, ugly excuse of a teenager. I don't even understand my intention on this venting. I just need to talk to someone; anyone.
I've recently gotten back into bulimia. Every time I eat something unhealthy, or even healthy, hell, my new home is my bathroom. I don't want to be "saved," by going back to the hospital, if anything, I want to save myself. Even if that means suicide. I've been cutting for a few years; stopped for a few months, but I'm back into it. My father already told me there is no hope for me. My mother is worried sick, but I don't have enough motivation to transform into that better person that I have the potential to be. I could achieve my dreams. In another world, maybe. My self-esteem has hastily rocketed beneath my feet, too deep for me to grasp. I cannot find a solution, besides the cutting (which I don't even enjoy as much) and bulimia. My weight (210) is bringing me to the verge of starvation.
Yesterday, I tried committing suicide by overdose. I fell asleep with hopes of never seeing the sun again. Unfortunately, I watched it set. I also overdosed three days ago too. Obviously, that effort was futile. I'm at a loss. I feel like a disappointment to my parents. I just failed a regents, I've never had a boyfriend, I'm not going to go to college for a definitive job; I'm going to be a bassist. How much chance is there of succession there? My twin sister excels in everything: she has been in a relationship for over 1 year, she has great grades, she can drive much better than I. And here I am. A failure. An overweight, ugly excuse of a teenager. I don't even understand my intention on this venting. I just need to talk to someone; anyone.
deleted_user
Your sick. Mental illness is no different than having diabetes or high blood pressure. They are illnesses that need treatment. Your dad is an ass, mine is too. I'm just lucky enough to be much older so he has no clue. Your mom is worried bc she's scared. No matter you do or don't do you are her baby. And i suspect your father is being an ass bc he can't just fix it. Please stop overdosing. Call a help line go to an er do anything but that. I hate it when people tell me not to cut so I'm sorry that I'm telling you to stop overdosing. It's hypocritical and I'm sorry for that. I would be heart broken if I logged in and you were dead. I care. I really do. If nothing else realize at least one person cares. I can't fix what is driving you to do these things any better than I can fix myself but I can love and care about you.
xTris
That means more to me than you know. It's making me think, and I'm coming to accept the conclusion that life gets better.
LoveAlice
Yeah your dad is a complete ass. I know that it seems like what he says matters, but it doesn't. I know you can get better. Does anyone know about how you've been overdosing? I'm sorry you are struggling with bulimia again too, that really sucks. Venting helps sometimes so it's good you came on here to vent. I'm glad you didn't die. I wish I could think of something that would fix everything. I don't want you to die and I care. You are still really young and you don't have to have your whole life figured out yet. And you don't need a boyfriend either. They are over rated.
rpalmer1991
Everyone has the right to do what they feel like, if you feel like it's right to do this then I can't say anything against it, but maybe you could make a few friends here before you take a long trip? It wouldn't hurt to get some new perspectives whilst you're still here, maybe us new friends could give you some hope and pour our own motivation, belief and hope into you? I'll always be right here, if you need a friend to talk to. :)
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