Struggling with continuing to survive I say it that way because it's been a very long time since I'd say I was living/truly alive. I have the DX of Borderline Personality Disorder, Complex PTSD and Bipolar 2 disorder.
I'm broken, shattered, bleeding
Yet no one's seeing
longing, wishing, needing
Someone who will stay
Someone who wont juust walk away
crying, begging, screaming
Yet no one's hearing
longing, wishhing, needing
Someone 's hope
Someone's love
theese things never come
only darkness not the sun
and
I can't do this anymore
keep my tourtured soul
imprisoned in this world
where I don't belong
Where I don't fit in
Where I'm all alone
Without hope
Without peace
Without a place to live
'cept on the streets
I can't be strong for one more day
So this is where I say
Goodbye
Spread my wings and fly
I have no hope even here on the Mighty where there is so much love and support I frequently become hopeless and discouraged because I see all the posts from people saying they have been battling there mental illness for 30 years and still struggle daily with things like triggers, eptiness, relationship issues, medications and so much more. Don't get me wrong I see such beauty and strength here in every single mighty one of you but I can not find 1 reason to hope.
I have no support. My family is all dead except 2 sisters who never speak to me. I have no friends. I am pretty sure my therapist doesn't like me and thinks I'm a failure. And recently was forced into giving my dog away due to homelessness. No support, No hope. Everyything I touch turns to shit. Everyone I've ever let in even a tiny bit has left or died. My mind is a prison of horrifying past experiences and bars of guilt and shame are impossible to break free of. Nightmares, triggers, pain, lonliness, heartache, symptoms, medications, self hate, stigma, addiction: I got plenty.
Hope, love, joy, kindness, compassion, friends, support, relief, purpose, recovery, progress, belonging, healing: I got nada-nothing. I am unlovable and unwanted. I'm tired of doing this all alone. I need to escape. I feel that death will set me free. I'll be caged no longer.
I tried doing the texting suicide hotline thing and they are nice and all but it was the same stuff I always hear. You matter to me or to someone. Things will get better. You have a purpose. You wont feel like this forever. But it doesn't change don't get better and I do always feel this way...that being said does anyone here have any other experiences or words they would be willing to share when they have been faced with struggle between living and wanting to die? Is there anything that actually helps? Does anything ever get bettervwhen you live with Mental Illness? It just doesn't seem worth it at all and it keeps getting louder, the voice of deaths beckoning call.
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#suicidal thoughts #self harm #empty #lonely #unwanted #Unlovable #CPTSD #BipolarDisorder