I think I'm going to commit suicide. I'm in a homeless shelter and I have no family or friends. I can't remember the last time I used my voice properly, all I do is sit and stare at the walls of my room. I can't feed myself properly. I have very few clothes and I'm not getting any support from the staff. I told my GP before I was admitted to this place that I have difficulty remembering things and that I cannot concentrate on something for a long period of time. I told him that I had previously cut myself and that I am/was living chaotically - I don't cook, I drop things, my hands shake and I am always exhausted. My brain is always empty, and I'm breaking out in itchy, sore spots all over my body. I'm too scared to leave because I have been unable to afford a haircut and the spots are over my face. I tried telling everyone around me before I had to come here that I cannot take care of myself properly and always forget everything. I don't even have enough money for paper and a pen. I have no idea about what's going on outside in the world...I don't even know anything about the benefits system even though I am supposed to be receiving ESA.
Why do I have to be alive? Why am I being forced to live through this? I've wanted to kill myself for years now but the means to do so have always been kept from me. I just wasn't meant to live, it's as simple as that. I don't want to hear rubbish about how life is worth it and how I should 'just hang on' - what for, more failures and more boredom? I'm 22 and I've never had a proper job, I have no skills or future prospects. I don't understand the world of work or how to even talk to people on the phone properly. I can't remember the last time I brushed my teeth or changed my bedsheets. I just want to die already.
I wish that someone could have stepped in and helped me every day a long time ago, but it's just too late now. I keep being told that there is nothing wrong for me, that I am fit for work and should snap out of it. I can't even remember what a normal day is supposed to be like. I'm always sick, always alone and unable to even fill a bowl with cereal.
I hate every doctor and GP I've ever been to see - they never listen to what I am saying. I've cried out for help at least three times over the past 4 years. I despise the crisis team, whom only say 'you need to keep taking your medication'. I want real help...just someone to talk to and to help me. I have no one. I don't have a diagnosed learning disability or anything, but I just can't get through each day. I used to try, but by mid-day my brain would shut off and I would be left confused and dazed, unable to follow instructions or to retain information.
I don't think there is anything that I can do, because I most certainly cannot put my faith in others - the problem is is that no one truly gives a damn. I want to jump in front of a train, but I'm scared of the pain. It's been the only thing I've been thinking of for a week.
And there is no point in trying to tell me to go somewhere or see someone, because I've already seen them all. Who's going to pay heed to someone who has long, unkempt hair and horrible old clothes? I wouldn't have, years ago.
Enough is enough, I wish there was an exit. I'd get to see old friends again. But at the same time, I am writing this. I think this might be my last plea for help. Is there no hope?