[MtnTime2896]

I'm miserable. Simple as that. My eyes open in the morning and I hate it. They remain open all day and I hate every second. When they finally get tired and I close them for the night, I hope it's the last time.

Every single day I think about ending it, I plan it, I obsess over it. I see others on here feeling the same. People just as desperate for relief as me. And yet, I feel alone. Completely alone. It doesn't help that I can't save anyone from this misery. All I can do is watch people as they're in pain. Sure, I'm there, but it's not enough.

I'm not enough. And I'm miserable. Why can't I just give up?

[Rohag]

Originally Posted by Só leigheas

I see others on here feeling the same. People just as desperate for relief as me. And yet, I feel alone. Completely alone.

This is not surprising, and it reflects no discredit on you.

I suppose that, even as disorders of human body chemistry can prevent messenger compounds from delivering their messages, so depression and related disorders can prevent observations and ideas and thoughts from having the emotive impact we believe they "should" have.

Depression is horrible.

[Fuzzybear]

[whisperingskye]

I really wish I could help. I’m always here, you know that. It’s a horrible way to live and you deserve much better

(((((((So leigheas))))))))

[MickeyCheeky]

Trust me, you help a lot by just being here. You have listened to me many times and I will forever be grateful. I'm sure the same goes for many others. Don't say you're not enough, it's just not true

Many hugs my friend. I wish I could fix it all for you.

[mountainstream]

[Teddy Bear]

Sometimes all we can do is give hugs and say that we're there to listen. I've often wished I could do more.

[Skeezyks]

[MtnTime2896]

Thanks everyone.

I'm just so tired of it all. It's time to be done. I can't keep doing this.

[Crookedspin]

Originally Posted by Só leigheas

I'm miserable. Simple as that. My eyes open in the morning and I hate it. They remain open all day and I hate every second. When they finally get tired and I close them for the night, I hope it's the last time.

Every single day I think about ending it, I plan it, I obsess over it. I see others on here feeling the same. People just as desperate for relief as me. And yet, I feel alone. Completely alone. It doesn't help that I can't save anyone from this misery. All I can do is watch people as they're in pain. Sure, I'm there, but it's not enough.

I'm not enough. And I'm miserable. Why can't I just give up?

I'm so sorry you feel this way, and sorry as well that I really relate. Every day I feel like a boxer getting beaten badly who keeps answering the bell for another round of the same. Being here... just stops seeming even a reasonable choice. I hope things lift for you.

[Fuzzybear]