Lauriso
Member
- Jul 26, 2022
- 94
I don't want to die. I want to live. To love, to create, to explore, to feel. All those things that make life worth living. But I can't. Depression has robbed me of those things, and no treatment has helped me. I'm at the end of my rope. I'm not sure what I'm trying to achieve with this post, but it might be my last. It's scary to seriously consider it.
I'm writing this from the paradise of Canary Islands, my last hope for feeling better. But every day has been miserable. My brain is broken. Nothing gets through the wall of pain. Alcohol doesn't help. Drugs do, but tolerance sets in so quickly and I'm back on square one.
I've lived a rich life, full of adventure, creativity, traveling and passion. I have little regret if I have to go.
Now it's about choosing a method and carrying it out. A huge project, especially being depressed. I would do ANYTHING to get better but I have no clue what could help anymore. I have almost no friends left and my family doesn't care or understand.
I think I will travel back home and take drugs to muster enough energy to plan and arrange everything. I hope there is an afterlife, and if so, I will find out, if not, then I will just cease to exist. I am so so sad to have come to this. But that is the tragical honesty of my situation. Thanks to everyone who reads this.
I'm writing this from the paradise of Canary Islands, my last hope for feeling better. But every day has been miserable. My brain is broken. Nothing gets through the wall of pain. Alcohol doesn't help. Drugs do, but tolerance sets in so quickly and I'm back on square one.
I've lived a rich life, full of adventure, creativity, traveling and passion. I have little regret if I have to go.
Now it's about choosing a method and carrying it out. A huge project, especially being depressed. I would do ANYTHING to get better but I have no clue what could help anymore. I have almost no friends left and my family doesn't care or understand.
I think I will travel back home and take drugs to muster enough energy to plan and arrange everything. I hope there is an afterlife, and if so, I will find out, if not, then I will just cease to exist. I am so so sad to have come to this. But that is the tragical honesty of my situation. Thanks to everyone who reads this.