MarluxiaX2
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- Feb 27, 2020
- 11
Hey there folks, I'm new to this site. I'm not sure how the rules apply to forums for advice etc but yeah, I need some help.
I'll give you guys the story. Since a child the relationship between my mother and was never great. They met in a bar when my mother was an alcoholic at the time due to the loss of her brother (my Uncle) to suicide. Over time, my twin brother and I popped up.
I was a very happy kid despite the separation from my parents but everything changed when I hit Secondary School. I was bullied a fair bit, I wasn't the smartest kid around and my father was now engaged to another woman. Shortly, they had a son. This made things worse as I rarely saw my dad and straight up stopped helping my mother with child support. We were twins so, obviously everything to be paid for was double. I saw my mother cry a lot, continued to date horrible men who didn't deserve her. Little did I know that this would soon be me in a not so far future.
Age 15, I met my first GF. She was 17. But she was already with a guy, so she cheated on him with me. This guy wanted to kill me, he was bigger, stronger and angry as hell. I was this scrawny kid at the time. The whole experience left me feeling paranoid. The relationship with my EX Continued, and this is where I would see the downfall of my biggest development of who I am.
4 and a half years passed, and a lot happened with her. We were arguing non-stop, constantly breaking up and getting back together. Both our families hated one another and the whole thing was toxic. Then one day, I discovered anxiety for the very first time. She had gotten herself pregnant with me on purpose, by piercing holes in my condom. She was intent on having the baby and there was nothing I could do about it. Soon after, she miscarried. Can't say I was too upset about it but the damage had already been done. I then broke up with her as I found out she was cheating on me. 2016 was the last time I saw her.
But from 2016 to now 2020? Things were only gunna get harder. I went into depression during summer 2016 even though I had no experience with it prior. It was clear those events took something from my mind and soul. I then got a job at Platform 9 3/4 (Harry Potter) Store. Things seemed like they were looking up? But no. I then went on a mad streak of relationship after relationship, date after date and sleeping with diffrent people. I was constantly getting my horn torn in two cause of my shitty depression and anger.
By 2018 April, I had already attempted suicide 3 times, self harmed on two occasions and I was on the cycles of antidepressants including sleeping pills. April 2018 was a bad tipping point for me. I had met a beautiful Irish girl on December of 2017 and we finished on April 2018. I took all of my pills, drank a whole bottle of vodka and tried to throw myself over the London Bridge. However, just as I almost leaped, a couple arrived and the boyfriend grabbed me back down. They prayed for me and held me, I'll never forget them. Once the police and ambulance arrived, I blacked and had a major seizure. After seeing how distraught my family was, I decided that I had to stop my crap.
Flash forward to October 2018, by this point I had left my job and joined up on Uni. I then meet one of my closest friends and met the love of my life. We were brilliant together, the first 7-8 months were brilliant! We planned to move out together and we were making it happen. But then, 2019 April happened. The death of my grandfather happened. The only father role model around my entire life was dead. I then experienced true grief for the very first time in my life.
Plans were already underway to move out of my home but I had no job. The funeral was the end of April, I then had a job by May and moved out by June. You can see that I had no real time to grieve for the loss. What then made it worse was that about a month into moving in, my partner became very very ill and had to fly back out to Lithuania. This left me alone with my thoughts, depressed and suicidal for a week and 4 days. My job at SeaLife was also killing me too.
I've written too much now. So I'll skip to present. My partner broke up with me as the relationship wasn't healthy, I needed to focus on getting better and due to my manic depression episode, she is now terrified of me. She said she would always love me and always care about me, said I needed to live for me from now on. I've lost my job, moved out of our flat and back to my family. I've left University, leaving me at Square one all over again.
But I genuinely want to die... I'm done with this shit. Any thoughts or advice? Positive or negative is welcome.
I'll give you guys the story. Since a child the relationship between my mother and was never great. They met in a bar when my mother was an alcoholic at the time due to the loss of her brother (my Uncle) to suicide. Over time, my twin brother and I popped up.
I was a very happy kid despite the separation from my parents but everything changed when I hit Secondary School. I was bullied a fair bit, I wasn't the smartest kid around and my father was now engaged to another woman. Shortly, they had a son. This made things worse as I rarely saw my dad and straight up stopped helping my mother with child support. We were twins so, obviously everything to be paid for was double. I saw my mother cry a lot, continued to date horrible men who didn't deserve her. Little did I know that this would soon be me in a not so far future.
Age 15, I met my first GF. She was 17. But she was already with a guy, so she cheated on him with me. This guy wanted to kill me, he was bigger, stronger and angry as hell. I was this scrawny kid at the time. The whole experience left me feeling paranoid. The relationship with my EX Continued, and this is where I would see the downfall of my biggest development of who I am.
4 and a half years passed, and a lot happened with her. We were arguing non-stop, constantly breaking up and getting back together. Both our families hated one another and the whole thing was toxic. Then one day, I discovered anxiety for the very first time. She had gotten herself pregnant with me on purpose, by piercing holes in my condom. She was intent on having the baby and there was nothing I could do about it. Soon after, she miscarried. Can't say I was too upset about it but the damage had already been done. I then broke up with her as I found out she was cheating on me. 2016 was the last time I saw her.
But from 2016 to now 2020? Things were only gunna get harder. I went into depression during summer 2016 even though I had no experience with it prior. It was clear those events took something from my mind and soul. I then got a job at Platform 9 3/4 (Harry Potter) Store. Things seemed like they were looking up? But no. I then went on a mad streak of relationship after relationship, date after date and sleeping with diffrent people. I was constantly getting my horn torn in two cause of my shitty depression and anger.
By 2018 April, I had already attempted suicide 3 times, self harmed on two occasions and I was on the cycles of antidepressants including sleeping pills. April 2018 was a bad tipping point for me. I had met a beautiful Irish girl on December of 2017 and we finished on April 2018. I took all of my pills, drank a whole bottle of vodka and tried to throw myself over the London Bridge. However, just as I almost leaped, a couple arrived and the boyfriend grabbed me back down. They prayed for me and held me, I'll never forget them. Once the police and ambulance arrived, I blacked and had a major seizure. After seeing how distraught my family was, I decided that I had to stop my crap.
Flash forward to October 2018, by this point I had left my job and joined up on Uni. I then meet one of my closest friends and met the love of my life. We were brilliant together, the first 7-8 months were brilliant! We planned to move out together and we were making it happen. But then, 2019 April happened. The death of my grandfather happened. The only father role model around my entire life was dead. I then experienced true grief for the very first time in my life.
Plans were already underway to move out of my home but I had no job. The funeral was the end of April, I then had a job by May and moved out by June. You can see that I had no real time to grieve for the loss. What then made it worse was that about a month into moving in, my partner became very very ill and had to fly back out to Lithuania. This left me alone with my thoughts, depressed and suicidal for a week and 4 days. My job at SeaLife was also killing me too.
I've written too much now. So I'll skip to present. My partner broke up with me as the relationship wasn't healthy, I needed to focus on getting better and due to my manic depression episode, she is now terrified of me. She said she would always love me and always care about me, said I needed to live for me from now on. I've lost my job, moved out of our flat and back to my family. I've left University, leaving me at Square one all over again.
But I genuinely want to die... I'm done with this shit. Any thoughts or advice? Positive or negative is welcome.