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Super_ryan94
It was becoming winter. The days seemed colder and the nights longer. It’s not a good idea to walk in a forest at this time. Before I realized it I got lost. After a few days wandering around I had to walk across a frozen lake. When I was almost at the end the ice began to crack and I knew that if I go further the ice could brake but behind me was it even worse. So I went on and it went better than I expected. But at the edge the ice gave away and I felt in the water. Soaking wet and really heavy I had to go on. As time passed I felt more and more like a bear in a cage. “Stay positive no matter what happens” people always say. But in this situation it’s harder than thinking about making and end to al this. The longer is was here the darker everything became. I was thinking more and more about making an end to this. I have a pencil and some paper with me. So I started writing about how much luck I wish everyone and al of the things I wanted to say sorry for. When I say I was thinking about taking my life I was being send it psychologist. It took me about two weeks to find my way back.
Being depressed is almost impossible to describe. People often say that if you're depressed you just have to think positively. But when you are that is something that is just not is your mind. The three months I was are the heaviest in my life and I won’t be able to withstand another three months.
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