the males in my family essentially die from two causes: old age or depression (alcoholism, suicide). With that said, I know that your pain may far exceed my hope, and my or anyone else’s hope might be irrelevant to you, and I want to acknowledge those truths. baseball and art were my greatest talents so my Father refused to let me play baseball after age 12 and threw out my artwork if my homework wasn’t finished. The closest they came was when I went in for emergency therapy after the family member that I was closest to died and they literally just wrote down a list of things I needed to do every day and told me to come back in a week. I’m wondering if you’ve tried out therapy, online support groups, and the national suicide lifeline (just dial 988).

STOP funding the Holocaust and the destruction of our only planet because you were once dumb enough to be seduced by the LIES in glossy adverts and even your ignorant doctors.they say im old and they dont want to ever have me move in with them because they have families and busy lives. I grew up in abusive foster homes and have struggled with severe mental health issues my whole life. It’s natural to be scared on the cusp of adulthood, especially if you don’t feel good about yourself or school.

Just over a year ago, the company that I worked for l6 years let let me go from my 6 digit paying job. The ONLY reason I have not ended my life is the fear of being forever separated from Jesus in Heaven. It’s just, sadly, people can’t always live up to their promises or what they profess, but it doesn’t mean they’re not sincere at the time.I had a nightmare the other day that I took what a little money there was in my bank account and left my house and when I came home, I was back in my bed, but this time with a gun to my head. Don’t know your details, so I can’t say much more except I can understand from my experience of that landmark age. I have had a happy life since I was 15 with my husband of nearly 50 years and some low life can destroy everything that I am! Doesn’t make your situation any better or to go away; but I can relate to what you are experiencing—to whatever degree. I am going to most likely very soon ( because I am ready to die) find a spot somewhere in the in the place i live, and then sit down and wait for death to take me, I am 59 yo, worked all my life but i constantly get bullied by people they always attack me verbally then when i speak up they threaten me and i get in trouble i did not do any thing .

You are cared and loved at this moment, because the spiritual moves our physical realities, even though we cannot see this realm. But, if I can turn that into something that can help even one person, I can die knowing my crappy life served at least one good thing. Nobody really cares, and truthfully it doesnt matter anyway because no one can help you anyway; it is something you have to deal with on your own.I am 22 and was your age when I thought the same…I still think the same and still very hurt by all of life…I am holding on with everything in mt to Jesus because…everything seen has left me, the last thing I want is for the unseen to leave me. And of course all the other ways people hurt people are awful, too; I’m particularly disturbed when I hear of “helping professionals” doing harm. If I have anything to add it would be the progressive nature that can exist for some people due to a mental impairment that have been not diagnosed or diagnosed too late in life to effectively be of benefit. I think maybe my early years roughed me up, and I believe Neil Young’s song “Needle and the Damage Done” plays a big part in my inner moods (as does my PTSD). I refuse to let myself die as what would happen to them after my death… I just cannot do that to them.

You get older,weaker, more tired, and your looking back at a life where your best was never enough no matter how hard you pushed yourself. I know my life experience is very different from yours and I can’t possibly begin to understand your pain, but still, I agree with your thoughts on this article, and I’m grateful for finding your comment, with much more genuine and sincere thoughts. If I think about all the memories of happy holidays, of hugs, of greetings and visitors it becomes clear it was all fake, pretend, two faced-BULLSHIT patronizing.I did once almost kill myself, I was very close to jumping off that building standing on the edge when I thought of my boy and stepped down.