okay...
Basically I've had a few problems over the years which lead to my recent lapse.
This isn't particularly relevant but it's something I look back on as a "why?" moment. I had to be resuscitated at birth which in recent years lead to a "why didn't I just die?" attitude. I've had issues throughout my life, starting with being allergic to lactose which meant even simple things like having the same foods and drinks as my primary school mates was an issue, so I never felt like I really fit in. Then I moved to a upmarket private primary school and again had problems. I was cured of my allergy at 7 and we venture into secondary school, which was a mixed school.
Basically I didn't fit, I wasn't used to moving from an all-boys school back to a mixed school. I got bullied heavily which wasn't a nice experience and I didn't have anybody to really rely on. In the meantime when I was 11 my dad moved away to the other side of Europe to work and I've been left without a father figure in my life since. My parents had a protracted, very political(with me in the centre being persuaded and "informed about the situation") and messy divorce during me growing up through 13/14/15, my dad only really comes back for the odd weekend and otherwise it's just going on holidays with him, which is good but it's not the same as having a proper father in your life, and there grew the jealousy of my mates who all have a secure and happy family.
Back to school and I had one particular nemesis who was the son of the rugby teacher. This ended up in year 8 in a training session with me breaking my ankle, suspiciously yanked and twisted round whilst I was on the ground with only one person near me...Anyway he eventually left after being expelled for stealing phones.
Back in Year 7 we used to have tennis sessions, but the fields are seperate from the school so we had to walk down public roads, a group of 11/12 year olds. Basically a few of us were chatting at the back whilst the coach had bogged off into the distance at the front. 2 big black guys on bikes turned up and blocked us in, and closed off one of my mates with their bikes. I told them to leave him alone because he'd done nothing and one of them turned round and whacked me a couple of times in the face and round the back of my head, you can guess it hurt and I was 12 whilst they were late teen's and about 6ft if not taller.
All this lead to me becoming friends with girls, namely emotionally unstable ones as I felt I could connect with them better. Ended up falling head over heels for one that after 4 years of me not being able to go out with her for whatever reason fucked me off for good, 5 months yesterday to be precise, I also got cheated on by a previous girlfriend.
So I've had social problems, physical problems(suffer from several long term muscle problems) and with school workload and struggling with subjects fell into my strongest depression after gradually feeling more down over several years about last year. Suffered from insomnia and ended up not getting my grades for uni, just couldn't do it. Went back to college this year whilst my mates went to uni, essentially got lonely and ended up bunking 6 weeks off as I couldn't face it anymore. Got found out by my mother and got taken to the GP. She got me herbal anti-depressants and I'm on a counselling waiting list, still don't want to do it and feel pretty glum most of the time, with rare moments/days of feeling good about things.
I've half-heartedly tried to hang myself a couple of times, but never had the guts to follow through it, I'm a coward and scared of dying because I haven't got the guarantee of anything being beyond it, there's always the "what if" side that has stopped me.
so yeah, that's me...roughly, nothing compared to some of the horrible things you guys have had to go through.