Post has attachment

hi

Post has attachment
Check my blog post where I discuss wanting to encourage others and myself to be bold and not be ashamed of their mental illnesses. Always remember that "although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming of it."

https://iam-jacq.blogspot.co.uk/2018/01/my-suicide-attempt-story.html
My Suicide Attempt Story
My Suicide Attempt Story
iam-jacq.blogspot.be

Post has attachment

Post has attachment

Post has attachment
10 Scientific Facts About Reading Books and How Could It Really Improve Your Life
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-csGx7jRZok

Post has attachment
Depression is living in a body that fights to survive with a mind that tries to die.
how to help someone who's depressed?
use this 5 eBook to overcome depression.
https://youtu.be/RS7iWbF4xP4

Post has attachment
Photo

Maybe I was getting better, maybe I thought I could get through this. That was a lie. I tried to forget, to make sure everyone thought I was getting better, cause that would make them happy. Maybe they could've been happy. But, I'm no better than I was before. I just cut through my hips, watched them bleed. No one will check my hips. No one will notice the blood. I had a breakdown in the bathroom. But my parents can't know. I won't let them think I'm getting worse. I won't let them know I'm bleeding. Let them forget me. I'd rather they did. I didn't eat today. Couldn't even touch my sandwich. I'm so fat. I don't have the right body parts. My parents haven't even seemed to care about me since I came out of the closet. I made a big mistake. Maybe I could kill myself tommorow. That would be a fun thing to leave behind. Samantha Larsen Born June 28th Died June 28th. No one will even remember me as Samuel. Funny, isn't it. My parents are annoyed about me coming out as trans. I ruin everthing. I've ruined their lives. Mom, Dad, if you are reading this, I'm sorry. I wish I could of been better for you. Keep your perfect child. The one that could never do wrong.

Post has attachment
~One cut, two cuts, three cuts, four,
Blood seeps red as you insist, one more.
One cut for the pain and two for the trouble,
Three for the heartache, and they start to double.
One scar, two scars, three scars, four,
Blades clatter loudly when they hit the floor.
One scar for the punishment and two for a reminder,
Three for the remembrance when people where kinder.
One cut after another, just to take away the pain,
One cut that’s all blood, and absolutely no gain.
One cut for all the words bottled up, all the things you can’t say,
One cut slashed across your wrist, just to live another day.
An empty promise that it’s just one more,
Even as blood drips slowly across the floor.
One cut, two cuts, three cuts, four,
Blood seeps red as you insist, one more.
One cut for pain and two for trouble,
Three for the heartache, then they start to double~
#depressed #lonly #sad #anorexic #hatelife #killmepls
Photo
Wait while more posts are being loaded