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I'm trying really hard to be brave enough to not go anonymous. So I would really appreciate it if you wouldn't judge me. Thank You

Sooo I know that every single person on GAG, has been/felt upset, alone, angry,sad, frustrated, hated, unloved, even the feeling of absolutely nothing. Its all different feelings of derision and so much more.

My question is how far have you gone, with trying to cope with it. Anywhere from counseling to suicide, or just keeping to yourself.

I want honest answers, and please DON'T JUDGE OTHERS!

I want to know why did you feel this way, and if it is occurring right now or in the past.

I'm not going to lie, I have been many times. Guess it started after puberty. I started making horrible decisions. Lying to my mom, staying out late, giving out my # to strangers, phone sex.

I started writing depressing poems, crying and yelling all the time.

I never harmed myself like cutting, well then again maybe I did. I would scratch the mess out of my arm leaving scars. I never made myself bleed, or cut myself, but I did consider it.

Yes, suicide has even popped up in my head, but I just had to think is it worth it. I've never attempted it. I'm not going to lie I beat myself up pretty hard emotionally.

I have no clue why. I felt unattractive, unloved, like I didn't have friends, like my existence doesn't matter. Then there's issues with school, boys, "friends", grades, and I'm just about always sick. So I also popped a lot of pills to try to get rid of the pain. (not enough to kill me, but more than what is prescribed) by the way I don't get it, I swear it really doesn't help, at all!

So yeah, I'm just being honest. Why should I lie, and say that I've never felt like that. Why should I act like this hadn't occurred. It happens to the best of us.

So what's your story?

I'm not going to lie I have many times in between age 12 through 14. I was going through a lot of stuff besides puberty of corse. I always seemed sad, when I wanted to talk just about everyone didn't want to listen.

I would have to say my one close friend, music, and my dog were my best friends. Writing depressing poems, listening to music, and scratching the mess out of my arm was how I coped with the pain. Oh, and these random guys I met online always seemed to cheer me up (yes I know talking to strangers was stupid, it's in the past)

I started to make bad decisions which eventually I got caught and that's when I finally told my mom what I was going through.

That phase ended as I got older, but of course I still get depressed every once in a while, but it's nothing like the past.

I would like to know what you went/ are going through. How do/did you deal with it?

HOW DO/DID YOU COOE?!?!?