I’ve tried to end it before. Not proud of it, not asking for advice, just confessing. Life keeps piling on, no matter what I do. Every mistake, every regret, every “what if” gnaws at me. It’s like I’m trapped in my own body, a ghost forced to keep walking while the world watches.
I don’t know why it’s this way. I don’t know why I’m still here. Sometimes I wonder if anyone else feels like their own existence is a punishment they can’t escape.
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Hey, you’re still here for a reason. That haunting feeling? It means you still care. That’s actually beautiful.
I see you. I don’t have the answers, and I can’t fix it, but I feel the weight of your words. Living can feel like walking through a storm that never ends, and it’s okay to admit that it hurts. You’re not alone in feeling trapped in yourself, even if it feels that way.
Hey, you’re still here for a reason. Those what-ifs? They mean you still have hope somewhere inside.
Hey man, legit sorry to hear you’re feeling this way. Everyone’s got their ups and downs, they just don’t broadcast the bad parts. Promise it ain’t just you, we’re all our own worst critics. Check out /r/depression_help maybe? They’ve been a godsend for me. Remember, it’s ok not to be ok. Sometimes life’s a b*tch, but it’s the only one we got. Hang in there, dude.
Hang in there brother. I feel the same way, yet I’m still here too. Sometimes it really feels like shit can’t get worse and then it does. But life keeps moving, which is both a blessing and a curse. Somehow we have to learn how to accept things and let go. Still working on that myself. Also look into cognitive distortions, they are a real pain in the rear. Just knowing what they are is helpful, even though it’s much harder to fight against them