I have gone through some pretty awful bouts of depression. I am a cutter. I have had a number of suicide attempts..... and yet - here I sit. I am in all this therapy and they are trying all these different meds on me.

Yet all I feel is like I am messed up.

I do not want to die, but I do not want to live. I need to cut, but I do not see the purpose of it. I hate me and yet I know my kids love me.

This world sucks. I am just too messed up to fix.........