Taylor30313
Bronze Member
Honestly I don't know. Am I coming or am I going? From the outside my life looks pretty normal. Well you see, it's not. I was diagnosed with PTSD a few years ago right out of high school. And I had a nervous breakdown of sorts. Tried to kill myself. Twice. Took alot of meds. Talked (listened honestly) to so many doctors talk. When suicide didn't work I figured, well shit, better try something else. Slowly but surely I got stronger, harder and held down a job and enrolled in a local college.
But, I'm still sick. I'm that same scared, angry at the universe child. I have no one to talk to and I really consider suicide to this day. Whether I actually want to or not I think about it a lot. I miss being transparent. In a f*cked up way I miss everyone knowing I'm sick, because at least then everybody saw my pain. I'm not saying I want any sympathy, I just want to be heard is all. To matter. To have no secrets.
But, I'm still sick. I'm that same scared, angry at the universe child. I have no one to talk to and I really consider suicide to this day. Whether I actually want to or not I think about it a lot. I miss being transparent. In a f*cked up way I miss everyone knowing I'm sick, because at least then everybody saw my pain. I'm not saying I want any sympathy, I just want to be heard is all. To matter. To have no secrets.