I've noticed that I can sense when I'm about to enter a major depressive episode, and indeed, it hit me hard two days ago. I cried non-stop for hours and was so tense that the muscles near my neck were throbbing. My mother happened to come in and ask me why I was crying and avoided me after that.
I had returned from a long day of school (10:50AM to 9:00PM) on Tuesday. I hate Tuesdays because of this, as I am surrounded by people and inundated with imagery of seemingly happy friends and couples. Meanwhile, I am extremely socially isolated.
It has been this way ever since I graduated high school, which is funny. I remember a friend telling me that she can see my circumstances improving once I go to college, since people there tend to be more open-minded, diverse, and mature. My life has actually gotten dramatically worse ever since I went to college.
I don't want to get into how. I'll simply say that it was so nightmarish that I was admitted to the psych ward thrice in less than
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I spent the last two hours trying to end my life. I'm desperate, but maybe I just have to accept that I don't have the capacity to do it. I'm too afraid of pain, and too afraid of surviving an attempt. I don't know how to get around this mental hurdle. I want to die, so very much, but I can't do it myself. How long do I have to keep wishing for it to happen? Life is like a prison, a thirty-two year long prison sentence. I've suffered enough. My pain is endless. I want to be free. Please. I want to be free. Someone, something, anything, please end my life and let me rest, I'm so tired.
I am sick, p