DeadlyLiving
I can't fix it, is this where I give in?
- Jan 1, 2019
- 152
For me it was when I was 13. My mom got a new boyfriend whom I didn't like from the start and was a former drug seller, she got addicted to drugs (again) and we moved away from my grandparents into a skyscraper. And all that happened a few months after my grand-grandmother died and I lost my grand-grandfather shortly before that. I developed depression and social anxiety and I trusted no one enough to turn to them and talk about all the feelings and thoughts I had.
I was thinking about my situation and was looking out the window and something changed. I thought about jumping out the window and wanting to die.
From that day on, suicide was never really far from my mind and it basically turned into a comforting thought that if all goes down the drain, that there still is peace for me.
6 years later and I am still alive. I was in therapy, I told selected people about it and I really tried to live a life. No one can say I haven't tried to get better, I really did. But this life isn't for me. I just feel like I am stained from everything that happened in my life and no matter what, I will never have had a normal childhood, I will never have had a normal life. And that is just what I always wanted.
I was thinking about my situation and was looking out the window and something changed. I thought about jumping out the window and wanting to die.
From that day on, suicide was never really far from my mind and it basically turned into a comforting thought that if all goes down the drain, that there still is peace for me.
6 years later and I am still alive. I was in therapy, I told selected people about it and I really tried to live a life. No one can say I haven't tried to get better, I really did. But this life isn't for me. I just feel like I am stained from everything that happened in my life and no matter what, I will never have had a normal childhood, I will never have had a normal life. And that is just what I always wanted.