Ten years ago I was a poor obese kid who couldn't leave the house without having a panic attack, I've come a long ways but having that rough childhood has really screwed me up. I've really tried to overcome my faults over the last ten years, lost weight, forced myself to be social, but I haven't had success. At this point I've pretty much given up hope that I'll ever have a normal social life and will die alone.
Unfortunately this realization has made me become quite depressed, I find pleasure in nothing, have essentially done nothing for the last two weeks at all. I've gone from not ever thinking of suicide to constantly thinking about it lately. I feel like I'm slowly going crazy. I'm not in imminent danger to myself, but I don't know if I can survive another couple of months like this.
I mean, if it has come to this, what truly is the point of living if getting through each day is hard? Knowing that this is it, this is your life as unfair as it may seem.
Unfortunately this realization has made me become quite depressed, I find pleasure in nothing, have essentially done nothing for the last two weeks at all. I've gone from not ever thinking of suicide to constantly thinking about it lately. I feel like I'm slowly going crazy. I'm not in imminent danger to myself, but I don't know if I can survive another couple of months like this.
I mean, if it has come to this, what truly is the point of living if getting through each day is hard? Knowing that this is it, this is your life as unfair as it may seem.