maybeitskamiko
New Member
- Apr 9, 2026
- 1
Um, I'm kinda new here so idk if what I'm about to write is something I'm allowed to. But wtv ig.
I've tried every method under the sun. I've stopped eating and drinking. I've tried to cut, I've od (but I never told anyone that. Or any of them rlly), I've tried partial hanging, full hanging. I was even so desperate one time I've hit a rock to my head. I think I'm past the point where I'm trying to look for painless methods. I just want to be gone. I feel sick and disgusting.
But I decided for my parents sake, I'd try to go to therapy. But for some reason they seemed particularly concerned about my eating. But I suppose that's because my parents have had no idea what I've tried to do, and they've only noticed my eating habits.
My room is definitely what you'd call a depression room. It's disgusting. But it also makes me feel safe in some twisted way.
Idk if it makes sense, but all these things correlate, yk?
Today I broke down completely. I didn't go to school, and my parents hate the way my room is, and are constantly complaining and nagging about how disgusting I am and the room. My dad then out a hole in my door from the other side, as I was like ugly crying in my bedroom, and then he was screaming at me saying. "Why do you even go to therapy if you want to live like this? What's the point of getting help?"
And idk. I felt gross. Embarrassed. I felt my face and finger tips get oddly tingly. And idk why.
Anyways, that's kinda my rant, thanks for reading guys.
Stay safe, yeah?
I've tried every method under the sun. I've stopped eating and drinking. I've tried to cut, I've od (but I never told anyone that. Or any of them rlly), I've tried partial hanging, full hanging. I was even so desperate one time I've hit a rock to my head. I think I'm past the point where I'm trying to look for painless methods. I just want to be gone. I feel sick and disgusting.
But I decided for my parents sake, I'd try to go to therapy. But for some reason they seemed particularly concerned about my eating. But I suppose that's because my parents have had no idea what I've tried to do, and they've only noticed my eating habits.
My room is definitely what you'd call a depression room. It's disgusting. But it also makes me feel safe in some twisted way.
Idk if it makes sense, but all these things correlate, yk?
Today I broke down completely. I didn't go to school, and my parents hate the way my room is, and are constantly complaining and nagging about how disgusting I am and the room. My dad then out a hole in my door from the other side, as I was like ugly crying in my bedroom, and then he was screaming at me saying. "Why do you even go to therapy if you want to live like this? What's the point of getting help?"
And idk. I felt gross. Embarrassed. I felt my face and finger tips get oddly tingly. And idk why.
Anyways, that's kinda my rant, thanks for reading guys.
Stay safe, yeah?
