David S Flythe
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
MY Depression
Why is it that
everyone says they care about people with depression then disappear when
a depressed person would like some company, to talk, or friendship? Why
does it seem that no one cares if your in a deep dark place that makes
you think a black hole would be brighter? Why is it when you ask for
help people say they’ll pray for you then give money to help a dog or
cat, when I have something that will kill
me? Am I less then a dog or cat? How do you think that makes me feel?
My own mother hates me, she’s tried to control me my whole life, never
letting me speak for myself. And when I’d try the threats would come.
When bullied an my life threatened she slapped me in the face and I
quote “You’re ruining my life!” She apparently hated my father now she’s
blessed that honor to me when I was in the hospital with blood clots in
my lungs I wasn’t worth the time to visit. How do you think that makes
me feel? I have a lack of friends, oh sure I have 301 friends on
facebook but do they really know me? I really haven’t had a real friend
in years I’m isolated and lonely. And when I reach out people seem to
push me away, they don’t want to bother. Sometimes I wonder why bother
going on.
David S Flythe
David S Flythe
Labels:
Health,
Journal Entry,
Mood
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