To myself,
I mourn everything we could've been.
— Anonymous
To Alna, 17, Myself
You parents love you and they are trying their best
— Anonymous
To myself,
We literally have a timer on our lives. That's why I'd rather move on and try to do better next, than muddle around waiting for things to improve. But then, things happen and I DO muddle around. It's annoying. It's frustrating. And... It hurts. I just hope that when this pain passes, I can see the rainbow again. It's sad that we have to go through pain, before reaching a place of peace. But, I DO hope that you have more rainbows than pain.
— Anonymous
To No one, Myself
I've been really struggling with depression over the last few weeks, I often think about self-h4rming. I have too many responsibilities to do such a thing. But I can't find value in my own life at times. I want to feel better, to be successful, but I fear I will never 100% be healed. Everything has gone wrong. I feel so stupid.
— Anonymous
To myself,
je coupe depuis des mois et personne ne le sait. j'ai besoin d'aide
— Anonymous
To myself, 15,
siento que soy una decepción para todos. ojalá fuera suficiente
— Anonymous
To myself,
no tengo a nadie. estoy completamente solo
— Anonymous
To myself,
ho tentato il suicidio la settimana scorsa. nessuno lo sa
— Anonymous
To myself,
я думаю о самоубийстве каждый день
— Anonymous
To myself,
ritzen ist das einzige was mich lebendig fühlen lässt
— Anonymous
To myself,
cutting is the only thing that makes me feel alive
— Anonymous
To myself,
אין לי אף אחד. אני לגמרי לבד
— Anonymous
To myself, 17,
tentei suicídio ontem. ninguém sabe
— Anonymous
To myself,
自傷だけが生きてる実感
— Anonymous
To myself, 19,
your anxiety is lying to you. you're not a burden, you're not too much, and you deserve to be loved exactly as you are
— Anonymous
To myself, 17,
sono gay e ho paura di dirlo a chiunque. vivo fingendo di essere qualcuno che non sono e mi sta distruggendo dentro
— Anonymous
To myself, 17,
i hate myself so much that sometimes i can't even look in mirrors. you deserve someone who actually loves themselves, not this broken mess
— Anonymous
To myself, 19,
ich bin so müde davon zu kämpfen. jeden tag fühlt sich an wie ein kampf ums überleben und ich weiß nicht wie lange ich das noch kann
— Anonymous
To myself, 18,
Me diagnosticaron bipolaridad a los dieciocho y ahora entiendo por qué siempre me sentía como una montaña rusa emocional. Necesito medicación pero no tengo dinero
— Anonymous
To myself, 17,
Я завагітніла від зґвалтування і не знаю що робити. Батьки проти абортів але я не можу народити дитину від того кошмару
— Anonymous
To myself, 20,
i'm terrified of being alone forever but i'm even more scared of letting someone get close enough to hurt me like you did
— Anonymous
To myself, 17,
i pretend like i don't care about school but i'm actually terrified i'm going to fail and disappoint everyone who believes in me
— Anonymous
To myself,
you're not broken. you're not too much. you're not unlovable. you're just hurting and that's okay. it won't last forever i promise
— Anonymous
To myself, 16,
i'm gay and i'm terrified to tell anyone. i've been pretending to like girls for so long that i don't even know who i really am anymore
— Anonymous