
Can you tell me your story? (For the depressed) I know what it feels like to be depressed and I know it's hard to reach out, and I know you don't know me all to well but maybe I could help.
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I'm pretty sure both my brothers hate me. I'm certain my whole family hates me. My Mother said that, my birth was unexpected. I've always thought it meant I was an accident. Since my parents fight, I think to myself, "This is your fault. If you weren't born they wouldn't do this." In second grade, I had thoughts of suicide. I thought if I died, my Mother'd be happy. I'm also a bit 'Bipolar' so I have anger issues, which makes people dislike me even more. I've always just thought See More that every bad thing that happened to my family, was my fault. I don't think others like me either. I just thought my friends hung out with me because they felt sorry for me. My parents probably think the term "caretakers" mean they put you in some clothes, a house, and feed you. I bet they have the other two as favorites, they only keep me alive as their toy, and their benefit. Now that I moved, things got worse. I've been hearing a voice, telling me things like, " It's your fault, no one loves you, it'd be better if you died, ect". I had an anxiety attack and tried to choke myself to death. I feel terrible. And my Father had just threw me on the ground and, beat me a few days ago.
on June 17, 2017
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My depression was from my shyness. I'm so shy that I barely speak to my parents, and in my classes. I only speak when I think it's necessary, which is rare because most classes I'm ignored or unnoitced.
on June 17, 2017