I tell my husband I want to die and he doesn't even take me seriously. My thoughts have become a ritual I fantasize over because the pain I feel is so great. I'm an antisocial alcoholic, pothead, parlour girl, with ocd, anxiety and depression. I hate feeling this way because my life isn't even that bad. I even stopped birth control because I thought maybe the meds were bringing me down.

I barely speak to family even though they continue to reach out to me, I just cant bring myself to connect with them or anyone for that matter because I can't even face myself. I'm so ******* ugly. I wish I loved myself but instead I want to murder me.

An Ep User An EP User
Jan 15, 2013