It's been a year since my depression started. Sometimes I think that what happened to me was something so trivial but it was my fault because I didn't know how to face that little problem. I realized that my depression is my own fault and that made me feel very angry at myself. I realized that I HATE MYSELF, I always felt that way. I don't love myself that's why I was always looking for failures like me being always fat, my laziness, my inability to wake up early in the morning, my poor health, my inability for being good at Math, feeling that I'm not pretty, my inability of being able to make friends, and the list go on. I have so low self-esteem that sometimes I feel sorry myself and afraid that the thoughts of "everyone will be better if I wasn't around" hunt me every day. I don't know if at some point I will find the love I need, the love of myself. Or... maybe this is the end of MY road in life, and the thought of ending it is so freeing. I said this because I started it to cutting myself and not only that. The hair, that I once loved, I cut it too.
What am I doing this to myself? Why am I destroying myself? Is it because am I punishing myself for left college? And a voice inside myself replies me: YEAH! DOI IT MORE! THIS IS YOUR PUNISHMENT! YOU'RE A FAILURE! YOU ALWAYS WERE! JUST END IT NOW!
Maybe I'm going crazy and there's no salvation for me anymore. I just want this to end.
I want to get better, but I don't know how.