I agree I might have to put a similar plan in to effect.Personally, I think ice's plan is genius. If more people followed the same line of thinking, the world would be a far better place.
When I was younger, I was that socially out casted fat kid that everyone teased. I can say I thought about it many a times, but never tried. Never got close.How many of you guy's have honestly ever tried to kill yourself?
I have thought about that too, but I have not seen one since I switched health insurance, the new one doesn't cover it and there's no way in hell I'm going to pay out of pocket.Also, maybe yall should try psychiatrists that focus more on the present and future instead of the past. That seems to be the key factor in what helped me and why my dad thinks all doctors of mental health are money leaching nut jobs.
dam dude u had it really rough, my dad never drinked really, i guess he wanted me to be successful and my mom never once beat me like that, might have gotten slapped alil bit. i was raised hard, everything i did wrong i'd get punished and i'd get that right from wrong talk like when i stole sparklers when i was 8 i had to go this one class and explain why u did such a thing and how it will be on ur criminal rap sheet till ur 18 and i stole gas this april actually 2 times i was so ****in pissed off at the world, i was lookin for work and wantin job interviews i thought my life was over and i was ogin nowhere, and got arrested well almost cuz my name was in the paper and my dad was disgusted with me so that was the first time in some years i picked up the Bible that night was thinkin of ******* as well and got on my knees and prayed for doing such a wrong thing and for forgivness of my sins and i had a court date the next month and it was either 30 days in jail or a fine of $600 and i payed the fine then my grandma dying this summer i hit rock bottom and literrly cried for the first time in years and quit smoking and drinking i smoked for 3 yaers, it really changed me, i had a friend i'd always hang out with and we'd go to strip clubs every saturday, i got to start likin this one girl there and she was soooo fukcin nice, i asked if she cared about the money and she's like no i enjoy whe u come here to see me cuz u not like other guys and that made me feel really proudlike and then i quite the drugs and clubbin and never seen that friend anymore since i foun dGod after my grandma died over the summer i realize what that guy did to me and hwo he destroyed my life and hhow i had so many demons from my past haunting me havin me going nowhere and how i get on a forum on the internet and slooowly spill my guts on who i relly am to you guys if ti wasn't fro this crunk times thread you would never even read this or know who i am, you guys are like my family, you are nice and give advice and never make fun like all the other people did while i was in highschool and bein bullied by this guy who thought he was so tough. i' mnot perfect and i will never be, i don't know what God wants me to do i my life but i keep gettin this feelign to go to college get thies degree in heating and cooling technololgy and get ur fukcin *** out of Iowa cuz here it's a ****ing trap.More like my dad was drunken abusive drugged out psychopath who beat my mom and me. My mom ended up divorcing him, and had a hard time providing for me and my brother. We ended up moving in with my grandparents, then on my birthday about 8 or 9 years after they had divorced he showed up out of the blue on my birthday(keep in mind he had no contact with us during that time and didn't pay child support). When he came back my mom asked me if I wanted him to keep coming around I said yes(which I have regretted for years) well he had cleaned up after going to prison and gone to rehab and all that and was supposedly a changed person, well him and my mom starting going back out and got married again. At first all was well but then we moved into our house he started being an ******* and started drinking again, and got to were he would get drunk and take everything out on me, the cops got called out a couple of times and he pushed me to where I tried to kill myself. And to this day he still gets shit faced nightly and I try to spend as much time as possible in my room avoiding him. And my mom just pretends everything is okay. I also have alot of abandonment issues from him leaving and being overweight all my life.
Sorry about the long post, Its hard for my to talk about this stuff and when I do its like the flood gates opened.//content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/crap.gif.7f4dd41e3e9b23fbd170a1ee6f65cecc.gif
I was the same way I was constantly tormented about my weight, I thought about ******* a lot but never actually tried until the problems with my dad. I have trouble adapting to people too, but it's getting a little better lately.When I was younger, I was that socially out casted fat kid that everyone teased. I can say I thought about it many a times, but never tried. Never got close.
Now that people don't actually tease and avoid me all the time, I have a hard time adapting to being around in groups when I'm wanted.
So, even though you have contemplated *******, you are going to let something like money determine whether or not you get your mental health evaluated? IF you do decide to off yourself, that money ain't going to be doing you much good.I have thought about that too, but I have not seen one since I switched health insurance, the new one doesn't cover it and there's no way in hell I'm going to pay out of pocket.
i find adapting to people a waste of time. have you ever looked in to how those people who tormented you turned out in life?I was the same way I was constantly tormented about my weight, I thought about ******* a lot but never actually tried until the problems with my dad. I have trouble adapting to people too, but it's getting a little better lately.
I don't really have thoughts of ******* anymore and when I do it's not like before I don't even get close to actually doing it. If I start to slip like I was before I would start going again.So, even though you have contemplated *******, you are going to let something like money determine whether or not you get your mental health evaluated? IF you do decide to off yourself, that money ain't going to be doing you much good.
Granted, much slower now that I'm in the eternal shit storm apartment of complete social inclusion. It's allowed a lot of time for reflection though.I was the same way I was constantly tormented about my weight, I thought about ******* a lot but never actually tried until the problems with my dad. I have trouble adapting to people too, but it's getting a little better lately.
I never really had the desire to see what those people have turned in to. But now that you mention it it would be somewhat interesting.i find adapting to people a waste of time. have you ever looked in to how those people who tormented you turned out in life?