Stop telling people to âreach out for helpâ if you arenât willing to.
Confessions and poems anonymous~
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âIâm depressed and nobody wants to help me.
I donât want to help me, I canât even make myself go to a therapist.
My therapist quit.
Iâm depressed and nobody wants to help me.
My mom was always my go-to for anything I didnât understand, she would hug me and calm me down.
Now, she gets upset, she yells at me that she doesnât know what to do and tells me not to bother her with it.
One lifeline down.
Iâm depressed and nobody wants to help me.
I have two best friends who I thought would be with me to the end like I planned to be for them.
One is away at bible school and the other is too busy with her own life to talk to me.
Two lifelines down.
Iâm depressed and nobody wants to help me.
I have three sisters who I thought would love me and help me if I was having a crisis.
One is so disconnected that I canât even look at her without crying, one is good-natured but never answers my calls, one of them screamed in my face after I told her I was suicidal and collapsed on her floor in tears in front of her children.
Three lifelines down.
My job used to be an escape, then for 2 years I dealt with a harassment case with my manager until she got fired two years later. During that time, all of my coworkers who used to be friends have quit or been fired. Now, I have no career growth possibilities, severe anxiety about my job and donât command any respect despite being the most seasoned employee there. Now I hate my job.
Another lifeline down.
Nobody asks anymore because Iâve been depressed for years. Itâs boring now, but itâs not going away for me. Itâs getting worse but nobody cares because itâs just who I am now.
The only thing keeping me alive is the guilt of leaving them all alone, but Iâm alone because of it.
I just want someone to care about me, because I donât care about myself.
There is no safe place for me to go when I canât fight anymore. I am out of lifelines.â
