I want to thank everyone for their prayers, but I have decided to commit suicide. Today I got some awful news from my mother and father that I can't come home, even though I'm sick and get sicker everyday. I can't go back to work, I'm in way too much pain and my face is totally different now on the right side. I'm getting sleeping pills tomorrow from the store and hope they don't suspect anything. I will go quietly. I'm open about this and not really emotional today, because I realize that my family and God have hated me so much and I don't have any other alternative. I'm tired... really tired. I called the suicide hotline only to have each person I talked to get irritated because I think they have a time limit, and it had only been like 5 or 10 minutes for each call. No one understands and I'm tired of being strong and hiding my emotions for my family.
Getting that voicemail from my mother today, stating that I can't come home, that she's caring for my grandfather and she can't take me on, was a HUGE BLOW for me. I now know that my mother never ever loved me, even when she used to tell me to love myself and then talk to me any kind of way. I never felt like I belonged on this earth, Ive always felt like I was in hell on earth.
What I want you all to realize when I do take my own life is that some things are out of another's control. We all hurt, but some of us hurt worse, especially when you never get the formula or that calculation that everything may be "ok". I was dealing with one thing after another, a mental illness, physical illness, the fact that I'm always alone, and no one understood. No matter how many treatment facilities they could have put me in to make me feel ok, I just wasn't. I never had anything to look forward to. So everytime I was released from a facility I was worse off than before I went in. I had taken every medication, and those failed. I think in my heart, I was never meant to be here. God let me down, seriously.
What would I have wanted out of this life. Well I would have liked to have been a mother, or known love. I had a kind heart, and I just wanted to love and vica versa, but was never given the opportunity. With God, he would trick me, always mocking me, he gave up on me like everyone else did.
Goodbye.