honey.... i know it's going to be hard and i will listen if you want to talk.but it's not over yet.
DEAR GOD THIS SOUNDS CHEESY. it's just like in lion king( yes i know i am 16- but i have a younger brother.) she will always be with you in your heart.
i hope this helps and i hope you dont have the desire to hunt me down and kill me ....
just try and stay strong and hold on.
the pain wont go away- i wont lie to you, but it does get easier. people learn to deal with it, how to let it through without it killing you. and i know you will to. i have and i lost my sister to it a few years ago. trust me... please
I'm a 15 year-old girl. Used to live what I considered to be a pretty average life, but 6 months ago, my mum was diagnosed with terminal cancer. Doctors predicted that she had no more than 6 months - 2 years left to live.
It didn't hit me at first. I lived the first 3 months in denial after recieving the bad news, but now I just can't cope with anything that's happening. I'm suffering with clinical depression and I spend every day wishing that my life would end. I have no reason to wake up in the mornings. I feel so sick that I can't even walk, I can't eat, I can't speak, I can't concentrate, I have no interest in my friends, whom I love with all my heart. I live a pointless life.
I have to haul myself out of bed every day just to attend school. I spend 7 hours a day suffering. I'm behind on all my coursework and it's tough to keep the standards up to scratch when you're an A-grade student like I am, but I lack motivation. I feel too sick to concentrate on anything my teachers have to say. They're not particularly helpful to me in my situation and have offered nothing to help me. School is no longer beneficial to me. It's torture.
I recently went to a mental health clinic. It was only an hour and a half, but I left the building with a smile on my face. I actually felt as if I would get better, but then I remembered what was going on in my life.
How do you deal with something like this? My mum is dying. I can almost hear the time ticking away. I watch her get more and more ill every day. I can't watch someone I love die. I've laid in my bed for just over two months because I can't bare it. Every sense of normality in my life is gone. Our living room downstairs is basically a hospital. There's a bed in there. Little things like that have a large affect on me. I hate it.
My dad is suffering too. We don't really talk much anymore, even though we're really close, but we should because he'll be all I've got left one day. I just don't know how to approach this situation. I can't keep running away from my problems. Look at me now. I'm so ill that I can even hug my friends. I don't want to live. I'm not religious and I hate this website, but where else do I turn?
