I was recently diagnosed with "mild" depression (basically they don't wanna actually write down a diagnosis for mental illness) But it just finally clicked for me yk? Like, I've been "depressed" since I was like 9 (our family sucks and is super super toxic and zero love so it affected me a lot because of how desperate I was for my familys love but they didn't love me (I've acknowledged it. I don't need someone to try and tell me that no they love me and they just don't know how to show it. I know how my family is.) so I neglected and stuff which caused me to feel very numb and weirded out by affection by anyone but I'm also super desperate for love but I don't want to receive love if there's ties at all. So I've never wanted a bf or actively sought out friends (but I do have friends).
Anyways I've been like struggling to stay alive forever. I've never really WANTED to live, but I thought my lust would life would "kick in" when I got older (I used to watch highschool movies and stuff where they got bullied and I always was like huh why would they not kill themselves? If I had a reason like that I would for sure.) but I'm older now but still don't like being alive? Like there's not a single aspect of life I enjoy. I don't like eating, I don't like any hobby or sport. Basically I just spend my time thinking about how nice it would be if I was dead and I didn't have to experience anything. I don't want to traumatise my brother which is why I haven't kms yet but my GOD its EXHAUSTING to live. I genuinely fathom how people would beg for their lives. I ever can't imagine loving being alive. I don't know if I've never felt lust for life or if I just forgot. Anyways, I'm SO addicted to wanting to just be dead I can't study or anything. If I'm not gonna kms I need good grades but I literally cannot shift my focus away from how much I want to die.