and the hilarious thing is, I’m not even suicidal or that level of depression.
It’s because I’m TRAPPED and death is the only way I can escape.
I’m suffering and in a corner and it’s funny because I’d be fine if everyone just left me the fuck alone but they won’t they drove me into this corner where the only way out is to die.
I’m not that depressed. I’m underweight but I’m trying to eat and I’m honestly not that much skinnier than I have been in the past. I’m not so sad about life that I want to die and I’ve BEEN THERE before too which is the fucked up part. I know what suicidal thoughts from depression feels like and that’s not what this is. I’m anxious but a lot of my anxiety is caused by the shit people do around me.
If you were to leave me home alone in my nice house for a while- maybe let me drive a car…. I wouldn’t be depressed. I wouldn’t be having panic attacks. I’d probably be eating more than ever. I’d actually be HAPPY.
but no right now i’m seriously contemplating suicide despite all that
because my physician and my therapist and my psychiatrist are freaking the fuck out on me telling me I have to be hospitalized immediately
because my exposure therapy is terrifying and pointless
because my mother resents me and hates me I stress her out and she wishes I was just dead because I’m a fucking inconvenience to her so she kicked me out of her house so she doesn’t have to deal with me but still thinks she has a right to tell me what to do
because my father is an angel but I know that soon once he’s been with me as long as my mom had been, he’s going to be fed up with me too
because no matter what I say nobody will listen to me because I’m a crazy person
So now I have to kill myself
because it’s the only way out of doing things worse than death
I’m not going back to a fucking hospital again to be restrained until I have bruises all over my arms and strapped down to a fucking bed
I’m not going to let them put an IV in my arm or a feeding tube in me
I’m not going to be induced into vomiting and panicking with no meds all alone in a room full of people who don’t give a shit about me over and over again until I’m fine which will be never
I’m not going to be force fed
And if these things happen I don’t even have a future to hope for
all my money will be into the bills for these hospitals
we’re already pretty poor as it is
i might not graduate highschool at this rate and I don’t know if I’m being accepted to colleges
or if I’ll even be able to pay for colleges
or if colleges will still take me when they find out I had to have an ambulance called to my house and was dragged kicking and screaming into it and had to be restrained and put in a fucking straight jacket
and if I can’t be at school I have nowhere to go
I’ve been kicked out of my house
I can’t live at a friend’s house for like a thousand reasons. Foremostly no one wants to take in a girl and be responsible for someone who’s on the edge of death and who they might have to call an ambulance on at any minute
my life is over
death is the only way out
This is my hundredth time reading this, and for some reason, it’s hitting extra hard tonight.
Awww, sweetheart. I love you and I miss you so much.
God, should I feel guilty for not inviting you to my birthday beforehand? I wanted to wait the day of to make it extra special… (That, I was afraid you’d say “no” if I asked any sooner.)