Riahann7

I've been given a real and personal view of just how bad the stigma about mental illness, and getting help for it, is. I have struggled with depression for a very long time, and suicidal thoughts come and go quite often. About 6 months ago is when I started getting real help, talking to my doctor, and taking medication. If anyone saw me take my meds, they'd ask what they were for, then quickly change the subject and avoid talking about it once I told them I have Major Depression. They acted like it was a bad thing to talk about and something that shouldn't be discussed at all. Then last week I went to a psychiatric hospital for 6 days. I didn

This really hurts. It's really not fair. You promised...multiple times!! Last time, when you had to leave at 6, you promised me that we'd hang out Friday and you'd stay late. You promised. And then I had the worst week I've had in a really long time. Unbelievably depressed and suicidal to the point that I nearly killed myself. And I really needed time with you. And you kept reminding me that we'd be together on Friday. Then mom said that we couldn't do anything on Friday, so I had to twist her arm to get her to let us have the evening together. She didn't want to, but I pushed her because I really needed it. Then I get a text from you saying

Have you ever been suicidal? Ever thought about how you'd kill yourself if you ever did? Have you ever thought about that? When I was little, like 6ish, I decided that I wanted to die from cancer...sooner rather than later. Then I thought for a while when I was about 10 that I'd like to be shot in the head by someone breaking into our house. Then when I was 13 I wanted to shove a kitchen knife in my chest. And then when I was about 16 I thought I'd like to shoot myself. Then at about 19 I decided that if I ever did kill myself, I'd take way too many pills...the whole medicine cabinet...and go to sleep. I still think about it sometimes. It see