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Originally Posted by nevergoodenough
Love doesn't exist. I'm defective and no one will ever accept me for who I am and love me. There isn't anything stopping me from ending my life now. I'm miserable and my life will never have a purpose because I can't make it have one. I'm just a miserable, horrible person.
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This DEPRESSION, the disease talking. You do not have to believe this voice. (it can be a bit like the voice of addiction saying "go ahead...doesn't matter...prove you are a loser...". People here do care. Who says you have to make a "purpose" for your life? It is a journey---and we are all on it---and, in some way, we are all alone and yet all in this together.
Suggestion: force yourself to write down One good thought/experience, however brief----each day either when you first wake or before you go to sleep---this can be actual, a memory, or a wish, a good dream, movie, day in the life, Anything---