Anyone from the UK?

Been fighting on and off since my early teens. Now 40 and worse than ever with more complex issues than ever and well... blurgh.
Mate. I went on antidepressants at 13. Been on and off them ever since and I'm now in my 50s.

Life gets more complex the older you get.

But nothing is as bad as finding your teenage son is standing on a motorway bridge getting ready to jump. NOTHING

I've been suicidal. I'm sure I will again. But even you convince yourself no cunt cares, just remember all the people who actually do. Including a bunch of weirdos who have no skin in this game and just chat shit on a sex site, but think you're worth encouraging and keeping around.

Even if only for the Yorkshire puddings...
 
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Mate. I went on antidepressants at 13. Been on and off them ever since and I'm now in my 50s.

Love gets more complex the older you get.

But nothing is as bad as finding your teenage son is standing on a motorway bridge getting ready to jump. NOTHING

I've been suicidal. I'm sure I will again. But even you convince yourself no cunt cares, just remember all the people who actually do. Including a bunch of weirdos who have no skin in this game and just chat shit on a sex site, but think you're worth encouraging and keeping around.

Even if only for the Yorkshire puddings...
My mother walked in on me downing about 100 prescription painkillers when I was 18 and washing them down with a bottle of jd. I feel that. Having 2.grown step kids now I don't know what I'd do in that situation and I'm sorry that you had to go through it too.


Thank you everybody for your kind words
 
There's absolutely no reason to be sorry pal!
Remember we are here with you through the ups and downs.
This and also, it's better to share how you're feeling rather than bottle it up. Nothing to be sorry for. I'm glad you've felt comfortable enough to share how shit you're feeling. It's a positive step in itself
 
@NorthernCardinal I was having a conversation yesterday with a friend about how things are for me. I said something like how I feel like I'm constantly swimming in treacle - trying and trying and not getting anywhere.
He said sometimes we just have to eat the treacle and be grateful it's not sewage.
That little comment in that moment helped me so much.
It could be that we have to find the joy when there doesn't seem to be any - mmm treacle.
Or it could be that maybe things aren't as hopeless as we think - ew sewage.

My mental health is awful. I can't work. I barely leave the house. I feel like I'm made of glass and could shatter at any second. But I know things could always be worse and I know that they will definitely be better as long as I keep going. As long as I eat the treacle.

You have friends here.
I know sometimes you feel like you're all alone but you're not I promise
 
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