I haven’t been diagnosed… But I know I’m mentally insane.. I dont know how to tell anyone except for the few friends I’ve told… Its hard to explain.. I like being this way but at the same time I dont.. It helps me, but it hurts feeling insane and not being able to do anything about it… My insanity is my best friend… But its my absolute worst enemy too…
When your darkness sees no apparent dawn
When you’re discontented by great storm
When you’re wondering, shaken, and seriously torn
Someone still cares for you.
When strong life is no longer what you see
And believe termination can make your heart free
When you think your sorrow comes in too high degree
Someone does care for you.
I am 22 years old and listen to everyone tell me that I have my whole life ahead of me. So why do I feel like everything good is behind me. The last few years have been difficult for me. They say that life-changing events make you appreciate what you have and live life to the fullest. The truth is, I cannot remember the last time I was truly happy, but I have gotten very good at hiding how I really feel. I have shut everyone out-my family, friends, everyone-and i have not been living life to the fullest.
I find it harder and harder to keep going. Every little thing takes so much effort that I want to just sleep. I feel exhausted all the time. And there’s nothing I can do to change it.
I keep feeling like I need someone to be there for me, but I also know that I have done everything that I can to push everyone out of my life. So how do I find myself again…..
My message box is always open. If anyone EVER needs to talk, I’m here for you. If you need to even just vent, let it out, scream, I’m here to listen. I’m not a professional, but I deal with mental health as well, so I can understand what goes on in your head. I’m here anytime.
it’s hard to ask for help but freeing when you do. it’s ok to need help.
Hi, my name is Chelsea, I am 20 years old and I am new to this page. I am glad that there is somewhere I can express how I feel because I was losing hope that this place existed.
I see the things that make me different. I see the things that make someone else different. But unlike you, I don’t point them out to make someone else depressed.
I could change the differences if I wanted to. But I won’t because they make me who I am and I love that person. So I don’t care if u don’t like my differences because it isn’t up to u.