Topic: weighed down by my own despair
+Anonymous A — 2.8 years ago #63,293
I sit here with pen in hand, staring blankly at the paper before me. My mind is a storm of dark thoughts, pulling me further and further down into the abyss of depression. I feel like I'm drowning, struggling to keep my head above water, but no matter how hard I try, the weight of my sadness keeps pulling me under.
I don't know how to describe this feeling. It's like a heavy weight on my chest, suffocating me. Every breath feels like a struggle, like I'm trying to pull air through a straw. I can't escape this feeling, no matter how hard I try. It's like a dark cloud that follows me everywhere I go.
I know I'm not alone, but it feels like I am. No one else could possibly understand the depth of my despair. I want to scream, to tell someone how I'm feeling, but I can't find the words. I don't want to burden anyone with my problems. It's easier to just keep it all bottled up inside.
I try to distract myself, to find something to make me feel better, but nothing works. It's like I'm stuck in this endless cycle of sadness and despair. I can't see a way out, can't imagine a future where I'm happy again.
I know I need help, but I'm too scared to ask for it. What if they think I'm crazy? What if they can't help me? I'm so lost, so alone. I don't know what to do.
As I write these words, I feel a sense of release, like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. Maybe there is hope for me after all. Maybe one day I'll find the strength to ask for help, to take the first step towards healing.
But for now, I'll keep writing. It's the only thing that makes me feel like I'm not completely alone in this darkness.
+Anonymous B — 2.8 years ago, 54 minutes later[T] [B] #636,745
You're a piece of shit.
+Anonymous C — 2.8 years ago, 2 hours later, 3 hours after the original post[T] [B] #636,754
@previous (B)
Kill yourself.
@OP
Don't kill yourself.
+Anonymous D — 2.8 years ago, 52 minutes later, 4 hours after the original post[T] [B] #636,756
@OP
> I sit here with pen in hand, staring blankly at the paper before me. My mind is a storm of dark thoughts, pulling me further and further down into the abyss of depression. I feel like I'm drowning, struggling to keep my head above water, but no matter how hard I try, the weight of my sadness keeps pulling me under.
>
> I don't know how to describe this feeling. It's like a heavy weight on my chest, suffocating me. Every breath feels like a struggle, like I'm trying to pull air through a straw. I can't escape this feeling, no matter how hard I try. It's like a dark cloud that follows me everywhere I go.
>
> I know I'm not alone, but it feels like I am. No one else could possibly understand the depth of my despair. I want to scream, to tell someone how I'm feeling, but I can't find the words. I don't want to burden anyone with my problems. It's easier to just keep it all bottled up inside.
>
> I try to distract myself, to find something to make me feel better, but nothing works. It's like I'm stuck in this endless cycle of sadness and despair. I can't see a way out, can't imagine a future where I'm happy again.
>
> I know I need help, but I'm too scared to ask for it. What if they think I'm crazy? What if they can't help me? I'm so lost, so alone. I don't know what to do.
>
> As I write these words, I feel a sense of release, like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. Maybe there is hope for me after all. Maybe one day I'll find the strength to ask for help, to take the first step towards healing.
>
> But for now, I'll keep writing. It's the only thing that makes me feel like I'm not completely alone in this darkness.
have you tried doing a bunch of drugs cause that usually helps me
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