I can't do this anymore. I can't live this life of pain and unhappiness and feeling worthless.
I've been told I have things to be happy for, and I'm not saying my whole life is shit. I have a roof over my head, food to eat, and a loving family. And I love them dearly.
But there's only so much I can take. I'm 16 for gods sake. I can't walk without assistance, I'm in constant, horribly pain, my life is on a standstill, and I'm fighting an uphill battle with severe depression and anxiety.
It's been one year, two months, and 2 days since I tried to end my life. Everyone said it would get better. But it's only gotten worse. I don't see the point in still trying. Who needs to live a life like this? So other people can constantly let you rely on them? So you can never become independent and make a life for yourself? So you can be constantly looked at because you're 16 and using a cane with no visible injury? Or continue going to doctors who aren't doing a damn thing to help? And when they do it takes months at least and it doesn't do jack shit?
There's no point to living a life of misery anymore. I don't see why I should have to either.
People always tell me it's going to get better. Well sweetheart, it's only getting worse, and there's no light at the end of this tunnel for me.
