Inside the Depressed Mind

Inside the Depressed Mind

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I wrote this last November when the negativity of suicide and self harm were still rampant in my life. Since then, I've become a happier person and only have smaller waves of depression. I want to share this, because sometimes it's hard to understand someone who is depressed. I want to put this out there to help those who love someone with depression to understand what it might be like to struggle with it. I also want people with severe depression to know they are not alone. I want people who suffer every day to know that there is an end to the suffering, and it isn't death. This was a fantasy of mine last May, and writing it was a way to cope with my feelings. The names have been changed to protect my friends and me. Please do not send negativity, as this is not easy to share, even almost a year later. Share this with whomever might benefit from reading it; I know several of my supporters wished they could understand. If you are struggling with suicidal thoughts, please seek help or call 1 (800) 273-8255.
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They had both been dealt enough tragedy in their short teenaged lives, more than anyone should ever have to endure. Will two self destructive teens coming together do more harm than good? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I don't know what came over me. The poor guy just asked if he could help and I went all 'crazy psycho bitch' on his ass. I couldn't breath. I needed water. I needed air. Fuck why was is it so hot in here. Was it the fact that the moment his hand left my skin I felt an unbearable need to feel his touch again or was it hearing him ask if I needed help that made me feel helpless and broken once again. I didn't know what it was but I felt like I was suffocating, like the jersey I was wearing was strangling every ounce of oxygen from body. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ * This story had been reviewed recently. There are now added scenes and further edits - 2024 *

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