rex
21-11-12, 22:44
The title basically says it all really just how I feel :(
I have had depression for many years now it started when I got bullied by everyone at school even my friends I'd had for life turned away so it didn't happen to them, I got on with it tho and more or less lost contact with everyone when I left school. I started work and things gradually got better my days off were spent visiting my grandad in a nursing home then, he sadly passed away I had nothing to do anymore I couldn't talk to nobody as I was always good at bottling up.
I got a new friend someone I talked to a lot online and eventually met randomly and things went well I hpwever found myself walking on egg shells worrying things would go bad at any time. I spoke to my go about the depression and started fluoxetine which I didn't find effective so in December 2010 I changed to citalopram and my mood lifted slightly.
In April 2011 I met the nicest closest person I have ever known in my life a guy called Stuart. At the time he was 16 and I was 23 the age gap meant nothing tho and we became best friends, for once in a long time I was happy.
Things started to go wrong and in June 2011 I overdosed and spent time in hospital, as soon as getting out me and Stuart sorted stuff out and come August we were on kind of a relationship. We'd talk all day from waking up to going to sleep we went out walking his dog together every night and got many memory's of places together I ft better than I ever did before.
In August this year things had been rocky for a while and after arranging to meet to talk things through I found the person I loved laughing and joking with someone else I flipped, we had a massive argument and I didn't see him again, the events here drove me to jump from a bridge however I backed out at the last minute. After this Stuart's mam found out about us, stopped me seeing him, told the police I had been harassing him and that was it all contact lost and blocked.
Last month I got to know a guy who had very similar experiences, we talked just like me and Stuart use to and he told me he wanted to meet and get to know each other and hopefully go further. After starting to be happy again I found out he had already met someone and that I wasn't wanted again...
Now, here I sit alone nobody to talk to, no friends, crying, hoping every night that I don't wake in the morning, wondering what it is I ever did to deserve this torturous life...maybe I should be over Stuart but...I don't even know if the times we had were a lie like his mam said, maybe he did like me maybe he didn't I'll never know...I just want to be happy but nobody in this world will give me a chance so what's the point :'( what's the point in living when nobody cares :'(
I have had depression for many years now it started when I got bullied by everyone at school even my friends I'd had for life turned away so it didn't happen to them, I got on with it tho and more or less lost contact with everyone when I left school. I started work and things gradually got better my days off were spent visiting my grandad in a nursing home then, he sadly passed away I had nothing to do anymore I couldn't talk to nobody as I was always good at bottling up.
I got a new friend someone I talked to a lot online and eventually met randomly and things went well I hpwever found myself walking on egg shells worrying things would go bad at any time. I spoke to my go about the depression and started fluoxetine which I didn't find effective so in December 2010 I changed to citalopram and my mood lifted slightly.
In April 2011 I met the nicest closest person I have ever known in my life a guy called Stuart. At the time he was 16 and I was 23 the age gap meant nothing tho and we became best friends, for once in a long time I was happy.
Things started to go wrong and in June 2011 I overdosed and spent time in hospital, as soon as getting out me and Stuart sorted stuff out and come August we were on kind of a relationship. We'd talk all day from waking up to going to sleep we went out walking his dog together every night and got many memory's of places together I ft better than I ever did before.
In August this year things had been rocky for a while and after arranging to meet to talk things through I found the person I loved laughing and joking with someone else I flipped, we had a massive argument and I didn't see him again, the events here drove me to jump from a bridge however I backed out at the last minute. After this Stuart's mam found out about us, stopped me seeing him, told the police I had been harassing him and that was it all contact lost and blocked.
Last month I got to know a guy who had very similar experiences, we talked just like me and Stuart use to and he told me he wanted to meet and get to know each other and hopefully go further. After starting to be happy again I found out he had already met someone and that I wasn't wanted again...
Now, here I sit alone nobody to talk to, no friends, crying, hoping every night that I don't wake in the morning, wondering what it is I ever did to deserve this torturous life...maybe I should be over Stuart but...I don't even know if the times we had were a lie like his mam said, maybe he did like me maybe he didn't I'll never know...I just want to be happy but nobody in this world will give me a chance so what's the point :'( what's the point in living when nobody cares :'(