I’ve thought suicide was inevitable for me, but the last few days I feel like I can see the end. I feel like I’m humiliating myself writing this post even though this is anonymous. If I would find out someone here knows who I am in real life, I would kill myself in a second with no hesitation.
I feel so stupid and embarrassed writing this. I drove a few hours to visit my parents because I said I would a while ago. It was supposed to be for 1 night, but then I got stuck for another night because my car broke and was in the shop. My dad started badgering and belittling me because it came up that I had mentioned to my Mom a while back that I had been taking an antidepressant and I said that it’s private and that I didn’t want to talk about it. He wouldn’t let it go and kept saying I shouldn’t be depressed and got mad that I was refusing to explain what I’m so depressed over that I need to take a pill for. So then he just starts saying “is it (blank)?”. I kept saying I’m not talking about it. He didn’t care and after listing like 10 things, he says “what do you not have any friends at work? Do you not have friends outside work? Can you name one friend?”. I was already crying but that pushed me over the edge. My car was still in the shop so I just got up, didn’t say anything, and walked out the door. I walked for several hours straight in the forest far from any sort of trails. I didn’t see a soul and sat crying for hours until it was pitch black. It was so deep that someone would have to get very lucky to find me. The only thing I had was my phone which was dead back when I started walking. If I had a < mod edit - method > either a pen with some paper or enough power to write something on my phone, I wouldn’t be here. So now everyone including my parents know I’m a fucking loser and embarrassment and look down on me. I feel more alone now than when I was sobbing in the forest.
I feel so stupid and embarrassed writing this. I drove a few hours to visit my parents because I said I would a while ago. It was supposed to be for 1 night, but then I got stuck for another night because my car broke and was in the shop. My dad started badgering and belittling me because it came up that I had mentioned to my Mom a while back that I had been taking an antidepressant and I said that it’s private and that I didn’t want to talk about it. He wouldn’t let it go and kept saying I shouldn’t be depressed and got mad that I was refusing to explain what I’m so depressed over that I need to take a pill for. So then he just starts saying “is it (blank)?”. I kept saying I’m not talking about it. He didn’t care and after listing like 10 things, he says “what do you not have any friends at work? Do you not have friends outside work? Can you name one friend?”. I was already crying but that pushed me over the edge. My car was still in the shop so I just got up, didn’t say anything, and walked out the door. I walked for several hours straight in the forest far from any sort of trails. I didn’t see a soul and sat crying for hours until it was pitch black. It was so deep that someone would have to get very lucky to find me. The only thing I had was my phone which was dead back when I started walking. If I had a < mod edit - method > either a pen with some paper or enough power to write something on my phone, I wouldn’t be here. So now everyone including my parents know I’m a fucking loser and embarrassment and look down on me. I feel more alone now than when I was sobbing in the forest.
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