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Originally Posted by Mr. Stranger
All I can hear is the sound of silence in my room. All I can listen to is the talks in my head. My hands are so weak to write this. My body is so weak to do the simple tasks at home. I feel so hopeless and desperate, and tonight the feelings are in their worst. All I can do is just crying. Yes, I'm that weak. Anything small can throw me into despair. I'm not equipped for this life. Mentally and emotionally I'm so fragile, and immature. I tried to do things differently to no avail. At this point I'm really tired, and I just want to go. My existence has no meaning. I'm just a number. I have no self-worth. No self-respect. How could others value or respect me? Even my parents want to use me for their own happiness. This life makes me sick. I'm in a self-destruction phase now, and I don't believe anything or anyone can save me. I just hope the journey is short, and home is close.
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Hi Mr Stanger,
When your depression sets in sit down and count your blessings. You have the best part of your life yet to live, you're well educated and will be able to find something you enjoy doing.
You could be in someone elses shoes!
A man, nearing his 80th year diagnosed with terminal cancer, who finds himself short of time to do all the things he wanted to do, but perhaps neglected in the past, especially during a periodin in his life when he felt depressed, perhas in the same state you're in at present.
Hang on and your depression will fade. Think of the people you may be able to help in the future.. Cheer UP