Another Stolen Thought

Clinically Clueless writes so well. This is another thought I am stealing from them and expanding on it a little.
I have a name, remember me and not my illness. My name is not, "depression." Please don't whisper anymore when you think I'm not listening or spread gossip behind my back or back away from me and pretend you don't see me. Please try to understand and help me. If you don't want to help, at least, don't make it worse by making me feel "different," unseen, worthless or like I'm a failure. Remember, there are at least 18 million of us. One of them might be you.

Psycho Says: My name is also not "bipolar disorder," nor is it "borderline personality disorder." It is not "OCD." It is not "hoarding disorder." It is not "self injury." It is not "weirdo" or "loser." It is not "cutter." It is not "suicide attempt." I AM A PERSON!!!! I AM A HUMAN BEING!!!! I am a human being that is hurting very badly due to being thrown away like garbage time and again. I know I am not like other people. I know I will never be pretty or fun or thin or popular. I will never be loved. I guess I will never even be liked. But every now and then someone acts like they accept me and then that person becomes meaningful to me. Then when they abandon me it is all the worse.

I hate myself more than you could ever hate me, I guarantee it. 

 

You win, or at least I lose

This is just a copy of a note from my Facebook page. So shoot me for being too fucking lazy to edit it.

Folks, I cannot do this shit any more. I am tired of people fighting with each other. I try to show kindness and the response I get in return is meanness. I want to be supportive of others but I have been unfriended for doing so--by someone I considered a friend for a long time. This hurts really badly. Forgive me if I keep my distance. It only hurts more when you let people in.
My father is dying slowly and awfully. I live in a house with no running water. I can't afford to get a new place or to repair this one. I have mental problems. Excuse me for having feelings. Excuse me for hurting when people cut me off because I am too damaged. Excuse me for existing.
I will keep posting the animal rescue stuff but other than that I'm only going to play with my virtual aquarium. I'm sorry, but I cannot allow myself to open up and be hurt any more.