In hospital last week so low
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So low
Feel that my life has no purpose whatsoever. Im eternally tired, single, almost 36 living in a rented flat. I never have any money. My family dont care and both siblings dislike me. Ive left my job and need a new one asap. Everyone is with someone Im just so alone and cannot stand it anymore.
Last weekend I took an overdose and was in intensive care...so stupid. I have nothing to get up for.
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dom0323 k8861
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booboo40688 k8861
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claudia49146 booboo40688
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Hang in there BooBoo. A change is gonna come. Things are always changing in some shape or form, sometimes better, sometimes not but always changing. I was ok, then I got depressed, then I got help, then I got better, then I had another depressive episode, now slowly getting better. See BooBoo- constant changes. But I'm going with it. I suggest you do the same. The good times coming out of a depressive episode may not always last but be encouraged anyway because at least you now know that you can come out of it. You can experience joy again. Hang in there BooBoo - good times are coming.💚
booboo40688 claudia49146
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jay_babes k8861
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lindsey8585 k8861
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I have been there myself (feeling low) however its slowly and surely getting easier, I really do understand what you are going through. What I find helps is doing small achievable things like hanging the washing out or cooking a meal from scratch or even try some meditation ( I am not talking about the whole Bhuda Monks business) stick on some soothing music and breathe. Remember you are not alone and you are loved!
sam18386 k8861
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Hi K, when I read posts like this it makes me really upset as this is how I felt 5/6 weeks ago, I didn't try an overdose though I rang my counsellor in despair, they've have to work really hard to shake me out of this. I still occasionally think how good it would be to not be here. It's a horrible feeling but I find the more people I speak to the better I am. My chemist spotted how unhappy I was and wouldn't let me go until I explained why I was so sad. That's caring, the kindness of strangers, if you had succeeded can you imagine how many people would have felt dreadful that you had gone? My counsellor spent ages on the phone that day trying to talk me out of jumping. Mine was through ill health, but I eventually felt better here than not.