Ever feel like givin' up...or just sayin' fukk this shyt and ending it?...I told myself that if I keep takin' L's like I've been for the last decade and a half or more...(losin' jobs...place to stay...no girls...no friends)...I'm endin' this shyt...over the years I've gotten real comfortable with the thought of death as I believe death is an illusion...your consciousness never dies...However, I have a daughter that loves me to pieces and she's the only one whoever showed me what "real love" is...10 years ago when she was 2 she stopped me from hanging myself or the contemplation of it...I had tied a few handwraps together and tied them to the ceiling beam in the basement...debating for 10 minutes as I stood on a chair whether to hang myself...while debating I hear my daughter screaming..."I want my daddy...I want my daddy"...I step down off the chair and go up the stairs to where she is crying and I see her sitting on the floor up against the pantry door...crying "I want my daddy...I want my daddy"...I picked her up and held her in my arms...she stopped crying and that was the end of that...
A few years ago or maybe one...I sat in the garage with my .38 debating leavin' this mug...I locked myself in the garage so my mother and daughter couldn't open the door...I'm in the garage with the garage door open...I can see a neighbor far away across the street in their driveway messin' round with their car...I let off 2 rounds...nobody heard it...would have been dead with the garage door open in broad daylight...and my mom and daughter didn't hear the shots either...when I crashed my beamer last summer...I was lowkey hopin' that I died...
If there's a breh or brehette reading this shyt...and has felt the same way or does now...don't fukkin' kill yourself...somebody loves you...I'm getting help now...and see a therapist every 2 weeks...I was diagnosed with clinical depression 2 months ago...
I have anxiety too...and now just getting medication for this shyt...which is helping tremendously...I would just be sleep all day...and not getting up for work if it wasn't for that Zoloft...
...so with the therapy and meds...I'm looking forward to overcoming my depression and suicidal thoughts...I hope that this serves to help a breh or brehette going thru the same thing and to get help if you haven't already...
Peace 2 my brehettes and in the words of 2Pac..."Keep Ya Head Up"
Peace 2 my brehs and in the words of 2Pac..."If My Homies Call"...ya know I gotchu
A few years ago or maybe one...I sat in the garage with my .38 debating leavin' this mug...I locked myself in the garage so my mother and daughter couldn't open the door...I'm in the garage with the garage door open...I can see a neighbor far away across the street in their driveway messin' round with their car...I let off 2 rounds...nobody heard it...would have been dead with the garage door open in broad daylight...and my mom and daughter didn't hear the shots either...when I crashed my beamer last summer...I was lowkey hopin' that I died...
If there's a breh or brehette reading this shyt...and has felt the same way or does now...don't fukkin' kill yourself...somebody loves you...I'm getting help now...and see a therapist every 2 weeks...I was diagnosed with clinical depression 2 months ago...
I have anxiety too...and now just getting medication for this shyt...which is helping tremendously...I would just be sleep all day...and not getting up for work if it wasn't for that Zoloft...
...so with the therapy and meds...I'm looking forward to overcoming my depression and suicidal thoughts...I hope that this serves to help a breh or brehette going thru the same thing and to get help if you haven't already...Peace 2 my brehettes and in the words of 2Pac..."Keep Ya Head Up"
Peace 2 my brehs and in the words of 2Pac..."If My Homies Call"...ya know I gotchu

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...there's still some beefs from 20 years ago that bothers me...so letting go and forgiving is a big one for me...I never forget...I mean never...and I can be really good at the negative shyt but that's not where my heart is...she told me it was a reflection of me and what's going on inside...so now I'll try to lead with "love and peace"...whatever that is...
...so I go to the doctor to explain and she's like your at a 5 out of the 18 questionnaire right now for "clinical depression" and we're not even done with the survey yet...you only need to experience 3 of the 18 symptoms to be diagnosed...she said it's from "deep seated family issues"...for the past 7 years...I've gone thru a divorce from a woman I loved but didn't love me...had to move back home with my mom...who fought with me every fukkin' single day...to the point I didn't wanna wake up in the morning...been unemployed for 2 years straight and someone stole my last unemployment check at the time...getting constantly rejected on apartment applications...no friends...love interests or anything...when I would go home and even when I go home now...it's nothing but the walls and me...I have to have weed on deck to function properly...weed is my bestfriend
...I stare at the walls...smoke and go to sleep...my phone never rings except when my daughter facetimes me...