I wrote on here a few weeks ago. I was forced to quit drinking for month in hopes that it was th only rason for my depresion. Since then, I've tried to kill myself via painkillers but college dorms are hard to hide throwing up for six hours straight. I was taken to the hospital and after 4 day in ICU went to the mental health unit. Now I'm home because I am on a forced "medical leave" for the semester. My best friends are still there. Nothing in life brings me happiness. The counseling and meds I'm on don't help. I keep thinking about how much I've messed up in the last two months and how fast I went from loving life to trying to end mine. I don't choose to be unhappy. I force myself to go out and try to have fun because I want to be better, but I cant. Why live? Why deal with a clinical depression when it can all be ended? | |
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