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Jan 22

Suicide

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Let me first say, DONT EVER feel like you're worthless, that you don't deserve to live. Everyone deserves the chance to experience life, even with ups and downs. Like I've said in my last couple of posts, I suffer from severe anxiety, depression and anger problems. I did't really address any of these things properly until a year ago. I'll be 21 soon. I want to live my life to the fullest. I attempted suicide once at 17. I had just dropped out of public school to online classes my junior year. I lost all my friends and others close around me. My boyfriend of 3 years broke up with me. My parents didn't exactly support me dropping out of public school, especially since I was going to start my senior year in August. I never felt so alone and isolated. I had no one to talk to, I didn't even want to talk to my parents about it. So one day when I had the house to myself, I started cutting my wrists and took a whole bottle of sleeping pills and xanex. I was really sick for the next few days. I had to wear long sleeves so my parents didn't see my wrists cut. Needless to say, nothing helped or got better. I just can't believe I tried to take my own life. Despite all the negatives that had happened in the past few months, I still had a lot going for me. I was starting dental assisting school, I had a great job and made a few new friends along the way. My best friend has been by my side since all of this happened. She keeps me grounded and is always there for me when I need her. My husband always makes me feel good about myself, that I am enough, that I have a wonderful life ahead of me. He is always there for me no matter what mood I'm in. My whole life has completely changed. This is the first time I've been happy in a LONG time.

If you're ever feeling like you are not enough, please know you are. There are so many things to look forward to in the future. You have to have some patience, but your time will come to shine. No one deserves to feel like the world is against them. To feel like you don't deserve to live. YOU DO. Everyone does. If anyone ever needs someone to talk to, IM ALWAYS here for you.

Thank you for sharing this with us. You are so right; everyone is worth it. We wouldn’t have been placed on this earth if we didn’t have a purpose on it. Sometimes, especially for many of us, life can be hard. Downright cruel even. Sometimes our loss and subsequent grief weigh so heavy on us that it feels like we’re drowning. But we can’t succomb to the waters. We must swim.

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