Harvestor Of Sorrow
Join Date: Dec 2010
Location: Dust In The Wind
I had a bad weekend. I was really angry over a family counseling session that did not go so well. The next day I took my frustration out on some stuff. I was getting suicidal thoughts. I had this violent image of me hurting myself so I went to the emergency ward and I saw the psych nurse and ER doctor and what happened was the violent image I had was actually an OCD obsession and I got confused thinking it was a real thought.
I was so depressed I didn't want anything to do with the world and I even deleted all my friends on this site. (No offense to my friends here and I guess I did not feel worthy of anyone's attention because I feel like a piece of **** and I am in an endless circle of self-loathing). I got so lonely and I am still struggling with suicidal ideation and my sleep is way ****ed up. Life is really hard and tough; it sucks when your existence is merely waiting for that existence to end.
And wet she rose from the lake, and fast and fleet went she
One half the form of a maiden fair with a jet black mare's body
And loud, long and shrill he blew til his steed was by his side
High overhead the grey hawk flew and swiftly did he ride
Saying "Course well, my brindled hound, and fetch me the jet black mare
Stoop and strike, my good grey hawk, and bring me the maiden fair"