In the mean time feel free to submit regular posting here, so that I may check up on you from time to time and make sure you’re doing ok. I may not have all the answers, but I do care and can personally relate to much of what you are going through/ feeling. Maybe this, if not much, can offer you at least some help… So, you don’t have to go through the world feeling totally alone and misunderstood.

Good luck, and chin up!
-Jenniffer

P.S. Whenever you find yourself too overwhelmed and have thoughts of hurting yourself, etc… Just try and remember that these feelings are temporary!! They will not last and you just need to get through that particular moment (whether or not that ‘moment’ equals a an hour, a few days, or a week… Regardless, it’s still just a ‘moment’ in time, just a ‘moment’ in the big picture of that what is your whole life. Take care of yourself…

For instance… Maybe I will want to cross some street next week. And, as I look left and right (making sure there is no traffic), I see a little boy on the opposite side of the street about to cross towards my direction. But unlike me, he is not looking left and right (as he should) but, instead, just presumes to march across not paying any attention to the danger. Then, I see a speeding vehicle headed straight at him. The boy doesn’t see this and the driver is not paying attention (he’s texting . Anyway, I run across and grab the boy, just in the nick of time, and pull him to saftey.

Now, I might consider this a rather small incident. Afterall, anyone would have most likely done the same thing, right? But the point is, there wasn’t anyone else there that day, at that particular time, at that specific place. It was just me. So, in the mean time, I give the little boy a stern ‘talking to,’ reminding him of the dangers of not looking left and right, etc… and then proceed to go off on my merry way, not ever really giving this incident another thought.

Well, what if… It turns out that my sole purpose in life was to save this little boy. But who is not just ‘any’ little boy, but a little boy who turns out to be the first black president of the United States!! (By the way, this is a completely fictional scenario and did not actually happen, purely a hypothetical ..lol) Now, if I hadn’t been there that day to save him, he could have easily been killed. But since I was there (i.e. didn’t commit suicide 2 weeks prior), I helped form history for the better. My point being, you probably have just such a “mission” in life, as we all do. And sometimes it’s something that may even appear samll and irrelevant at the time, but in the BIG picture was incredubly important.

So, to bring this to an end… sometimes when I feel like there is just no point. No point to live, no point to even try, etc… I think on this “Butterfly Effect” and it helps. Because then I’m not just living for ‘me’ (which is frequently very hard to do), but feel a purpose (even if I don’t know exactly what it is yet) to live and succeed for something beyond just my own life expectations.

Try Nikki!! Try with all of your being!! Because maybe, just maybe… (as an example) You’ll turn out to be the next Freud (famous psychologist) and you’ll develop a solution or cure to later help people that will be experiencing the very same thing that you are feeling now. But this wouldn’t happen if you hadn’t first been motivated enough by experiencing it for yourself first.

Anyway, I hope this helped… Try to see the value of your life through the goggles of ‘a bigger picture.’ And, again, I very much agree with everything Holly had to say, as well. Take all that internally directed energy and focus it on the external for the purpose of bettering the world around you. For this will also have the pleasant consequence/ side effect of giving the ‘inner part’ of you some semblance of peace.

Please let me know how you are doing, because there are poeple who care (even if you’ve never met them before and wouldn’t otherwise recognize them if you passed them on the street somewhere..lol) Just know that they are out there and do truly care.

Hope to hear from you again soon…
-Jenniffer

P.S. I actually happen to be a Psych major, by the way… And as for your ‘cutting’ issues, try putting a rubber band around your wrist. And when ever you feel the urge to cut yourself, snap the rubber band instead. It will sting a good bit, but then that is the point! You are cutting yourself, because your emotions are too overwhelming so your body/ cognitive defense is to give you an urge to use some form of ‘physical’ pain to distract from the overwhelming mental anguish. The difference with the rubber bands is… these will not leave lasting marks on your skin, but will yet give you a temporary reprieve from the emotional pain. So… same positive effect, without the negative (permanent) side effects. Hope this, too, helps. Take care, and smile whenever you can.

Cutting may feel good but it is not a long term solution. Imagine yourself a few years in the future; You are happy and successful, but you have this constant physical reminder of your pain following you everywhere you go.
Perhaps you are cutting yourself because you are feeling pain in some other way? Self-harming takes a lot of emotional strength.. Imagine what could change if you direct that emotional strength OUTWARD instead of INWARD, by using it to confront the things that are causing you problems. I really hope you find some answers. But remember healing is an ongoing process, don’t give up at the first good or bad day.

-Jenniffer

-Jenniffer

Someone is listening. It’s good advice to read the other comments on this page so you can see that how you are feelings is not as unusual as you might think. What I am going to say might shock you but please read carefully and consider my words.

You are not suicidal, you are SCARED. Scared of your mother because you put so much value in her opinion of you. You are allowing her to control you, and then complaining when she continues to do so. If you stop taking her seriously, her nagging will be futile and she will eventually stop. This will be difficult at first, for you because you have been obeying her all your life, and for her because she will fight to keep her influence over you and possibly even will emotionally blackmail you into conforming to her will. But if you can learn to be independent and stop relying on her for guidance, you will in time earn her love and the love of others by being a mature individual.

Your high grades are spelling out to you that you are intelligent enough to excel in the world. You may already be smarter than your mother at your age, but you are still letting her rule as the authority in your life. This is the source of your unhappiness. Growing up is about living by the rules and standards you set for yourself, not bending to the will of others. The inner you is telling the outer you that it is time to learn how to be independent.

It was 2 days before the Esperance Show and my mum and dad were constantly fighting over money and me and bronte my twin sister. and i’d just became really close to my dad since he has been living here and when he left it was really really horrible, it was 10 times worse then the last time cause i had to go through it all over again btw he has left 2 times. I dont know when i will next see him but i havnt heard from him in over 2 months and i got really emotional cause of my period and stff. I think the next time i see his is the july holidays and its to far away. if u get me.

Wednesday night i couldnt stop crying and i dont even know why i just knida forced myself to stop cause im jst over reactiing coz my life aint bad. and i had a shower and thats when i cut myself with raozor blade and shaver. I shut my eyes placed the razor on my arm/wrist and just went randomly slashing and i didnt look and when i opened my eye there was a decent amount of blood. I didnt try to stop it i let it bleed even when i got out. i always wear long sleves to bed so. it wasnt hard. For my first time it wasnt bad. But it got much much worse!
I always keep a knife in my room.
then thursday night before the show i felt really really down and i hadnt really been active in school getting out of class to go to the sickbay and i just got the razor and did it. this time it was really really bad and a lot more blood it took yonks for it to stop. no one saw the blood coz i hide in my room everyday. I started writing really deep shit about my abusive past and writing another few songs a night and this time there was no PATD inspiration. i started drawing in my school books and writing the word red. thats how i got the idea to write a song called red red red all over my body. and i drew a lot at night and everytime i hurt myself i would take a photo of the blood on me. i never take my phone to school anymore just incase someone sees.

I didnt stop cutting myself for a long time, i was obsessed with these ‘emo’ pictures, and animation of people hanging themselves. I was desperate to hang myself but i had no way of doing it. Cutting myself makes me feel better and it doesnt hurt as much anymore. I got addicted to cutting myself within days.
People see my scars and ask me. i tell them the truth. where i live. things get out within days so quickly and they already knew the truth. I told the wrong person and thought i could get support and i just got bullied more

I like the look of blood. i want to start again but i cant because if my family finds out i might has well have been dead at the time. They’re not supportive they are mean and judgmenal. I went through a pretty tough time in primary school, i had one friend and still have her But i got badly bullied because i was dark skinned and dark haird. not tall enough for anyone to like me. i was different. im an individual today though. I couldnt think of any other way to help myself. I cut myself for many reasons. my beautiful family is torn apart. high school is living hell and primary school was just as worse but its more harder to get out shit in high school. There are more rumours and more bullying. My parents used to abuse me. but not anymore they have changed just like me and they are better now. though my i still dont feel loved and i never have. Tonight i believe i was being cyber bullied by one of my friends who thought i was lying about the truth! telling me to be human and that i always start fights and make everyone elses life harder. I got very upset because this friend was a good friend i have known her since i was born. literally. and it hurt me so bad i couldnt stop crying. I cry a lot and i cry at school when i go the sick bay alot the teachers and principal found out about the self harm but didnt mention names. it was horrible knowing that they knew i had tried to kill myself.Trust me i tried very hard.

I had to think hard about stopping. it was very hard. i dont talk to anyone about this but i thought maybe i coudld open strongly but as i am typing i am getting very emtoional and feel like crying more.

Someone i thought i knew added me on facebook but she is just using the name of a friend to bullying me and call me a lot of bad names like whore, slut. bitch. cunt and basically every mean word there is and teling my boyfriend that he doesnt like me and never has…

it hurt a lot. i cried so hard.. i cried myself to sleep a lot

Some of my friends think i should see someone pro. and see if i am depressed
but my family doesnt know so they wont agree. its hard for me to tell my fmaily anything. i cant even tell my mum the grade i got in an exam, also some of my friends think i have depression but i dont know
advice?

People think i am depressed. am i

I am only young, but I too, suffer from mental illness. Chronic major depression, anxiety, ednos, and the list goes on…

I have attempted suicide and am currently being hospitalized. I am under 18, so I am in the child-care system so the psychiatric ward is not as bad as others. I’ve finally started to open up about my life of abuse by my father and brother, being raped when I was 12, and my struggles with depression and thoughts and anxiety. I’ve been out of school for 2 months and I’m slowly transitioning back, and it’s hard. But it was worth being out of school for 2 months to do all this work, and I can tell you straight up, it was definitely not easy. Anyone for someone with mental illness in there family, you really have to sit down and think, you have to help.. you can’t just say there is no hope, there is no way I can help, but simply just being there and being ..nice about it is a tremendous help. Doing this alone is terrible, and I finally have my family supports and it is wonderful. My family has came such a long way, and even though my parents are separating now.. I think it is for the better.

Even though I am still very depressed and suicidal, I am trying so hard to tell myself there is hope.. there is happiness ahead of me. I feel sometimes like attempting suicide is the only way I can get help or people will understand how serious I am.. It’s a shitty feeling but you have to stay away from that temptation and voice your feelings, or you’ll simply get nowhere.

Really i couldn’t find any.

I am a mid 30’s male with a wife and three children. I have struggled with mental illness my entire life and it has had a devastating effect on my marriage. I have tried to deal with the depression and have been on meds that were helping. Unfortunately the early arrival of crappy weather here led to some struggles with SAD, and my wife was very unhappy that I was sleeping quite a bit as I worked to get the symptoms under control. It is obvious that I just can’t make this work.

I believe that I am just worthless and too f’d up to continue living. I truly believe that my family would be better off without me. My wife is a wonderful woman who deserves someone better than me, and my kids certainly didn’t do anything to deserve a crappy father like me. Unless you have been here you can’t understand what it is like to believe in your heart of hearts that the world would be a slightly brighter place without you in it.

I have purchased a gun that is in the trunk of my car. I am planning to take a bottle of Captain Morgan’s to a secluded spot this weekend and finally do what I haven’t had the guts to do all these years. It is time.

Over and over the author refers to their hateful partner as the only “thing” that matters to them, even after fifty apologies. It’s pretty obvious to those of us who know the term “objectification” that women aren’t lovingly referred to as “thing”. That suggests that their unique personality is reducible to a material body and ignores the larger portion of that individuals psychological life.

That problem is really common in societies with a patricentric heritage. It’s up to each of us to decide that “it ends with me”. If we are persistent, patient and persuasive among ourselves, then uprooting such lingual apparatuses of inequality should be achieved.

Animals suffer because of similar “objectification” and the book “The Sexual Politics of Meat” by Carol J. Adams gives us insights from observing the parallel commodification of non-human animal’s bodies.

im very suspicious lyk PARVEEN BABI
i think da’ nobody in earth luvs me(except 4 ma dad n momy)

m afraid da’ itz sum sort f mental depression