Just got over my first anxiety attack of the day... For years now this illness has ruined my life. I hate myself because of who I am and I wish I was never born. I have lost everything due to being ill and I hate my life because of that. I attempted to kill myself a while back and the only thing that stopped me was my only friend calling a ambulance and sometimes I hate her for it. Over the past year or so things seemed to be getting better but I find myself all of a sudden not wanting to be here anymore.
I'm not planning on doing anything stupid but the thoughts are there. I hate my life and I hate myself even more. I have no friends, no future.. Nothing. I used to stand tall and face life with confidence all I know now is how to run away.