Hi, my name is Josh and I have clinical depression.
I don't even know where to begin. I lost my mom when I was 14, was raised by my gramma, lost her last year, both to tumors. I'm a 23 year old first year grad student of clinical psychology (surprising, I know). I never met my dad, and I don't have a lot of close (or really, any) friends. I have a tendency to let people slip out of my life, even beloved people- especially beloved people. I have struggled with depression I guess since my freshmen year of college, but my current bout is the worst and most debilitating I've experienced. I was in a 2 year relationship with a very unstable and abusive woman. I left because I knew I'd kill myself if I didn't. While this relationship annihilated me, I adopted her son and he is the spine of my existence.
I scraped by this semester somehow, but my depression is swallowing me and I doubt my ability to complete grad school, adequately take care of my son or continue a meaningful relationship with a woman I love. I think about death often. I get physical relief from the thought of my death, it almost fascinates me. My plans of killing myself are becoming less of a fantasy and more of a means of coping. These thoughts have become a permanent fixture in how I navigate my emotional problems. I have begun contemplating with great detail, including time, date, place, method, note, etc. My plans are agonizing, e.g. throwing myself backwards hard enough to crack open my school and bleeding out as my body seizures and I choke on sticky blood.
I desperately need relief. I've called a suicide hotline, I've reached out to friends, I've tried applying cognitive restructuring and other things I've learned, but in the end I feel the same. Somebody please, please... just tell me someday this too shall pass.