watermelon14
Bluelighter
Let me preface this by saying I don't expect anyone to read this or care, but I just need to get it off my chest, so here goes.
About two years ago, I started using illegal drugs with my best friend. Heroin, fentanyl, meth, you name it, I used it. I thought I'd found the answer to all my problems (I've struggled with extremely severe depression for as long as I can remember). I was in heaven: shooting up heroin all day and snuggling with my boyfriend all night.
Fast forward to the present, and now 1) that boyfriend has left me, won't even talk to me, 2) my best friend overdosed and died about a month ago, 3) my depression has gotten worse than I could have ever imagined and I think about suicide every day.
Now, before you get too worried, I'm not about to go kill myself. Yes, I think about it, but I'm not at the point of actually acting on those thoughts. However, I do find my depression to be unbearable. I am full of self-hatred - it's all my fault that I lost the love of my life, my best friend, and that I've disappointed my family.
I don't know where to go from here. The only times I feel somewhat okay are when I'm on drugs, so I'm constantly going back to them even though they've ruined my life. I feel like I don't deserve to live, there's no point in me staying alive - I've got no responsibilities, nobody who relies on me, I don't even really have any friends at all.
The reason I'm posting this at all is that I hope that maybe, just maybe someone will comment and say that they've been here, where it's truly unbearable to get through every day, and that they've been able to get past it, that it does get better. But I'm worried that's just not the case with me - nothing is looking up in my life and I have no drive to change that.
Anyway, I hope whoever's reading this is doing okay, at least. Thank you for reading.
About two years ago, I started using illegal drugs with my best friend. Heroin, fentanyl, meth, you name it, I used it. I thought I'd found the answer to all my problems (I've struggled with extremely severe depression for as long as I can remember). I was in heaven: shooting up heroin all day and snuggling with my boyfriend all night.
Fast forward to the present, and now 1) that boyfriend has left me, won't even talk to me, 2) my best friend overdosed and died about a month ago, 3) my depression has gotten worse than I could have ever imagined and I think about suicide every day.
Now, before you get too worried, I'm not about to go kill myself. Yes, I think about it, but I'm not at the point of actually acting on those thoughts. However, I do find my depression to be unbearable. I am full of self-hatred - it's all my fault that I lost the love of my life, my best friend, and that I've disappointed my family.
I don't know where to go from here. The only times I feel somewhat okay are when I'm on drugs, so I'm constantly going back to them even though they've ruined my life. I feel like I don't deserve to live, there's no point in me staying alive - I've got no responsibilities, nobody who relies on me, I don't even really have any friends at all.
The reason I'm posting this at all is that I hope that maybe, just maybe someone will comment and say that they've been here, where it's truly unbearable to get through every day, and that they've been able to get past it, that it does get better. But I'm worried that's just not the case with me - nothing is looking up in my life and I have no drive to change that.
Anyway, I hope whoever's reading this is doing okay, at least. Thank you for reading.