I’d like to share my story with you, it’s entirely up to you if you choose to read this or not….
My parents got divorced when I was really young, I had to live with my grandparents, they were religious (Christians) and I used to be one too, had to go to a religious school and act all perfect. But I used to get bullied all the time at school and no one liked me… I had no friends and no one to turn to for help. Throughout the years of high school, I suffered from depression,bipolar, sadness etc….. Started self harming to the extent where I wanted to kill myself because I lost my sanity. At the age of 15 I moved to my uncles house and life started to change a little bit, I started to realize that things weren’t so bad like they used to be, the people I hung around started to like me and we kept hanging out all the time. A year later I discovered that those so called “friends” of mine have been speaking bad things about me, and I entered a state of depression once again. I had countless nights in the darkness, drinking and overdosing on drugs… was hospitalized so many times too. I never liked life, I never liked the idea of being able to breathe on this earth. I always question what the point of life is. What my sole purpose is. What the heck am I here for. And now I’m a 19 year old guy trying to get his life together…. finding a job and trying to earn some money. But recently I started thinking again and I feel like killing myself because I’m not worthy and I’m just a waste of space on this earth.