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Red face It's been a while. - May 13th 2011, 11:20 AM

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So it's been a while since I posted in this forum. But today, I was struggling. A lot. I tried distracting myself, doing the things I love, getting help on by a web councillor but then realising they closed in like 30 minutes when I logged in (there was quite a que) but none of these things helped me. All I want to do is cry. It's one blow after another to my chest. I have a constant ache in my stomach that never leaves. I thought that I have nothing to live for. I'm going to have to put a fake smile when I start my neew full-time job next month and I'm going to fail my driving test when I go for it at the start of next month. I don't see the point in going to the gym to become a sort of body builder because I know I'm not going to achieve it. I don't buy myself anything because I'm worried about money. I worry about what I eat because I want to gain a lot of muscle. I want someone to save me. I want someone to help me. I want a new friend. I look at everyone else and wish I was them. Wish I had their life. Wish that I was as beautiful as them. Wishing I'm not selfish to think the way I am. I want to not constantly feel like crying. I want to escape and not have to return, to not have to feel this anymore. I want help.

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Re: It's been a while. - May 13th 2011, 07:22 PM

If you need someone to talk, there is a forum of people who are willing to help, including me.

It may be hard to battle with re-occurring thoughts but the best advice I can give is to do something to relieve the mind such as a long walk, reading a book or join a club or group that you can relate to whether it is a support or activity group.

Hope this helped and if you need someone to chat with just PM me.

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