It’s really bad when you have no one, who would be interested and make time for you. The pain is enormous. Depression and anxious life gives me no peace.
Literally my frustrations goes beyond my imagination. Holding my own self together is becoming a terribly difficult for me.
You may had great ideas to offer, in reality you cannot even guess the amount of time I thought about suicide. But believe me, each and every time I managed to get back to normal. By myself. Until those thoughts hit back again, m strong.
Some are lucky to have a reason to continue their life.
In general, I’m no one. Just a wandering soul with no pleasure of life.