I don’t want to be here. I only keep going because my kids would be alone. Food ensures I can look after them. If when they’re not with me, then I can go
I had a breakdown about ten years ago. Pushed everyone away, wanted them to hate me so they could be grateful I was dead. Tried to kill myself, so so so nearly succeeded. Came back from it with the love of my partner, took a long time to be grateful that I hadn’t died. She’s gone now, ten years nearly later, and I don’t want to be here. She made me want to be here, first time I was happy in my entire life
She’s not dead, maybe I worded that poorly. She stopped loving me. That’s the killer for me. I only wanted to be here because of her and even she doesn’t love me anymore. How do I recover from that
I had kids young, I lost track of friends, tried reaching out to them over the last week and nothing. I don’t know how to start again
Of course not, it’s the sitting alone that’s so hard today
I wish I could enjoy being alone, but it makes my thoughts too loud
I’ve never tried, would give it a go
For every good person here, there’s a million bad
Don’t imagine it’s the same at all, touch and intimacy are really important
Ever thought about paying for it?
I am just to feel something that’s not miserable
If you’re into cooking try lemon and chilli spaghetti- my go to comfort food on the rare days I’m actually hungry or in the mood
Sweet dreams are made of this
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I ever had
Belief is the absence of knowledge
You don’t know so you believe, or not
