I've reached the point where I don't really care about making things better. I don't want to seek help. I used to in the past, but couldn't and still can't afford it. I can't hide my depression anymore too, the more I put myself out there in public the worse I feel. It's easy to see how bad I feel now, can't fake it or look confident anymore. I know it's possible to be gay and perfectly happy but I'm not one of those people and it's harder when I suspect my brother's gay too. I can't even get in a relationship with a guy without feeling like I'll go to hell in the end - There's no evidence to prove me wrong. I feel too messed up to get on the right track because there is no "right" in my situation. My beliefs are the same.
The last few weeks have been a little weirder than usual. Even though I don't believe in suicide and won't do it, I think about it. It's not an option I consider, but I think about how good it would be to stop feeling like this anymore. I stabbed the table with a fork multiple times the other day. I knew what I was doing but I had to let it out. Today I also did something most people would consider insane and I knew it but I just wanted to do it. I climbed real high to the top of the roof of to look at the running cars from above. I had no intention to jump or anything, but I guess I needed a "rush" or something? I don't know why I do things that are crazy when I KNOW they're crazy and make no sense. I could easily stop myself from doing those things but I don't. Am I that desperate to let things out? I need to find more constructive ways to deal with stress...
The last few weeks have been a little weirder than usual. Even though I don't believe in suicide and won't do it, I think about it. It's not an option I consider, but I think about how good it would be to stop feeling like this anymore. I stabbed the table with a fork multiple times the other day. I knew what I was doing but I had to let it out. Today I also did something most people would consider insane and I knew it but I just wanted to do it. I climbed real high to the top of the roof of to look at the running cars from above. I had no intention to jump or anything, but I guess I needed a "rush" or something? I don't know why I do things that are crazy when I KNOW they're crazy and make no sense. I could easily stop myself from doing those things but I don't. Am I that desperate to let things out? I need to find more constructive ways to deal with stress...












I applaud you for your courage with posting that topic here. It's not easy talking to strangers... and asking for help. You have taken a BIG step here.