Back in 2006, I was diagnosed with Depression and Anxiety, in 2011, it remains, and is making no signs of going away. With no help and support, I'm alone in a losing battle.
My mother thinks this is all an excuse for me not to work or get a live, My sister is showing no interest, and the rest of my family, think it's laziness. Only one person has helped me, and that is my father, but he's tried everything, but it ended with nothing, heck..he has his own personal demons to conquer.
I don't have any clue what to do with my life. I have no ambitions, I'm afraid to interact, I'm afraid I won't wake up the next day, this isn't a life I remember having before 2006.
I can't take it anymore, the belittlement from my mother, being ignored by my sister, forcing my father to do everything, this is pathetic.
This is my last attempt to get help, Suicide has been going through my mind, for the last few weeks, But came into plan last wednesday. A pair of blinds fell down in my house, and I paniked and left the house, to escape my mother, not wanting her to tell me that I'm pathetic. I walked down a path, and came across a bridge....A bridge I remember from when I was young...I remembered when Me and my friends would make the river below our den, and hang out. When I was there, I told myself, If it came to that point, to return to this bridge, and set yourself free....Release yourself from this pain.
Heck...Many people I have known have...set themselves free.
All I want is help, But that is so much to ask for.