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In the last year, I've tried to kill myself twice. I can't talk to anybody about it, and I find it difficult to admit it to myself, that there's something wrong with me. But I can't see anything that's worth living for anymore.
Last year I was suffering from a life threatening illness, and it really changed my outlook on life, forcing me to do little but think. When I recovered from my illness, I no longer wanted to live, almost hoping that I would never recover, and die peacefully.
But since my illness I've gone worse and worse mentally, the doctors ask me if there's anything else wrong, but I just can't admit that I'm ill. I won't go and get treatment because that would mean that my parents would know I'm ill.
I can't concentrate on anything, I fall asleep everywhere, I just feel so tired all of the time. I won't work, because I don't see the point.
I try and tell my friends, but they always seem so happy, and I'm afraid of upsetting them. I just don't want anyone to know, but I have to talk to someone.
I don't know what to say anymore. I want to go and see a doctor, but my parents worry too much, and I don't want to make them worry more. I just... I don't know at all.
You say your parents would be unhappy if they found out you were ill. Well think how happy there'll be once your cured!
This is probably a very hard thing to do, but you've just got. You don't mind me asking do you? What is your illness?
In the last year, I've tried to kill myself twice. I can't talk to anybody about it, and I find it difficult to admit it to myself, that there's something wrong with me. But I can't see anything that's worth living for anymore.
Last year I was suffering from a life threatening illness, and it really changed my outlook on life, forcing me to do little but think. When I recovered from my illness, I no longer wanted to live, almost hoping that I would never recover, and die peacefully.
But since my illness I've gone worse and worse mentally, the doctors ask me if there's anything else wrong, but I just can't admit that I'm ill. I won't go and get treatment because that would mean that my parents would know I'm ill.
I can't concentrate on anything, I fall asleep everywhere, I just feel so tired all of the time. I won't work, because I don't see the point.
I try and tell my friends, but they always seem so happy, and I'm afraid of upsetting them. I just don't want anyone to know, but I have to talk to someone.
I don't know what to say anymore. I want to go and see a doctor, but my parents worry too much, and I don't want to make them worry more. I just... I don't know at all.