Lord please help my ### he has been on a quiet depression since my ### passed away. Today he was saying things like sometimes I hate myself for decisions that I've made. He never been expressing things like that, but a lot of things going on at his work, his bosses very demanding and they even...
Afraid. In pain. Purposeless.
I'm a defective piece of garbage, trash, a burden that needs to be taken out. I do not matter and my little corner of the world would be much improved if I was gone. No longer a waste of time/space/resources, a "useless eater" taking government resources better...