Bobboau: The first paragraph.... man that is one of the first things i thought about when i came back to my senses! My math teacher (I'm convinced) that hes determined to destroy me. I get A's and B's in every other subject, but I'm borderline failing his class, and math is supposedly my strong point. If i fail his class, i get kicked out of my school. (This has nothing to do with why i'm depressed, mind you) But i know i can beat him. I have to work my arse off but I can and
will beat him. The problem is i just cant bring my mind to those things when I'm in suicidal obsessive mode.
Good luck. I know you'll get through it.
Psst. When the topic is defenestration, don't say that! :nervous:D

Thats... just great.

MatthewPapa:
Although I am not Christian, I deeply appreciate your perspective. A short time ago, someone from this very board offered to pray for me. I appreciated it, i needed all the help i could get back then regardless of my judgement of reliability, and i certainly had nothing to lose. So far things are getting better but I'm definatley not out of the mud yet. Right now all i can do is wait.
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Just to give some backround, this is not the first time I felt this way. During the summer after 8th grade I was in an intense, prologed depression (had to be over 4 months). My summer vacation spot that I normally love did not provide the usual release, in fact it made me feel worse that I wasn't enjoying it, since thats pretty much what I go to school all year looking forward to. I was going through a relationship crisis, an identity crisis, and a self-esteem crisis all at once, (they were making each other worse) and none of them were going to relent any time soon. I just finished 3 hellish years of middle school, I didn't have any real freinds to talk to (well maybe 1, but he was not good with such things), and I felt my parents would just send me to a shrink. One night i went out in the garage, started the car, closed the garage door, and fell asleep in the car. A fully spirited but ignorant attempt at CO poisoning. (this was after doing no previous research whatsoever, just based on random hearsay from somewhere) When I woke up about 4 hours later (no effects at all) i was both dissapointed and relieved. At the time I didnt know if I was relieved that i did not kill myself or that my mom didnt find out, but my concious mind definatley wanted to be dead. Fortunatley for me, I had no firearms in the house and wasnt willing to ingest bleach, light myself on fire, or jump out of my (2nd story) window, or do anything i knew to be both painful and unreliable. That was near the end of summer. However, upon starting my new high school (which had none of the asshats from my old middle school, its kind of of a private school out of my district), things got MUCH better. I was in my element. (This is the same school that my math teacher is trying to kick me out of, why i'm so determined to beat him at his own game)
And on a final note:
If anyone flames MatthewPapa, I will personally Defenestratize them.
(only because hes hosting my mod!
)j/k j/k
