[MtnTime2896]

I've never claimed to be a saint. In fact, I'm usually quick to say the opposite.

I know I'm good for nothing. I know I could never be worth something.

All of this guilt I'm feeling... my chest hurts from the stress of it. My body aches and my breath is always uneven.

Possible trigger:

My desire to die has gotten worse, again. Kinda makes a person wonder what the point of meds are. I've begun planning again and getting my affairs in order. I don't know what else to do.

Writing this could be as pointless as the rest of my life. I don't see the point in much anymore. I feel gross and disgusting the more memories show up. This depression won't unclench its fist.

I just want to finally hit the bottom during this plummet towards something so uncertain.

[mote.of.soul]

Don't you worry Só leigheas. I know it's not much of a consolation, but you're absolutely not alone in those thoughts. I think it's absolutely courageous of you to share your inner feelings, and I do believe it's that very courage that will see you through all this, and the sun will start to shine again. You must believe me.

Please don't punish yourself with thoughts - yes, thoughts - of unworthiness. When that happens to me, I quickly try to change the subject in my mind. Because it's not real Só leigheas, it's illusions, common to just being a human being.

Anyway, battle on and keep fighting the good fight. You're meant to be here!!

(((Só leigheas)))

[Sunflower123]

Please do whatever you need to do to be safe. This too shall pass. You are important, special and so needed on this planet. Thinking of you.
((((( Só leigheas )))))

[MickeyCheeky]

((((Sò leigheas)))) We all love you here. Please stay safe - not only for us, but for you, as well, because you are not worthless and you still have a lot to give to this world.

Tell depression THIS.

[Fuzzybear]

((((((( So leigheas )))))))