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I love my friend. I love love him. Ever since I found out he only wants me as a friend, I’ve been super depressed. I’ve lost my appetite and I’m trying hard not to be harsh or act weird toward him. But his rejection is all I can think about. I don’t know what to. I just feel like he’s going to walk out on me and I’m going to be without a friend
I'm a 12 year old girl. I deal with severe depression to the point were I started cutting myself on thighs, as if it would make me prettier or stronger. In school the teachers would let me leave so I could go breakdown in the bathroom. It happened ALL the time. I remember it happening in the middle of class when a teacher called me up to solve the problem on the board, and I have ADHD so I can't pay attention cause I'm thinking of ways to kill myself. I started crying up at the board and she just told me to go sit down. After school ended, I met this girl. Let's call her Leslie, she was a fellow lesbian so I thought hey since she makes me so happy why not tell her my deep feelings, and so I did. She then told me she had a girlfriend at that moment my heart instantly broke, the next week I called her I was about to hang myself. She talked me out of it. And to this day I still have depression, anxiety, and ADHD. Thank you and I bid thee goodbye.
I highly resent my oldest stepson and secretly count down the days until he leaves for college in 7 years
#bottling #hate #stepson #college #depression
I have a boyfriend that disrespects me in my parents house and I just get so angry. I cant really say anything because my parents really like him. But he makes me so angry that i just wanna break down because i suffer from anxiety and depression and i really love him but whenever he's mad, he always disrespecting me and saying so many rude comments. Does anyone have any suggestions on what I should do!???
Im a recovering self harmer and i rarely feel the urge but i have a playlist of songs that trigger me and sometimes even when i feel good i play them so i can feel those emotions i felt when i was self harming because it felt safe.
I did so many wrong choices... i was drunk cuz i got kicked from school few weeks ago.. and my dumb ass went home alone, in dark clothes and i saw car... i was so scared but he saw me... well until i realized he went straight into tree.. i was the cause of the accident... i mean noone got killed but still i feel like shit for that... got no charges however, still dont know how...
#depression #accident #car #unwell #choices #confession
My (m.29 at the time) fiancé (f. 28 at the time) died 2 years ago, we were together for 9 years. It happened out of the blue and we didn't see it coming. Ever since then i've gotten so depressed and lost myself so much from the person i used to be that i'm not sure she would still love me. I've started having panic attacks over the silliest things about my own health (i.e., think i'm having a heart attack, stroke, ect...) with no reason to believe that those things are happening or could. I tried going to therapy not long after she had passed away, but i didn't like the doctor, he just felt really robotic and like he was reading from a script, so i stopped going, and haven't done anything about it since. i'm not sure if it's survivors guilt or something, but i almost don't care to take care of myself for reasons i can't exactly pinpoint. i don't want to talk to my parents or friends or other family about my mental health situation because i know it would just upset them and make them sad for me and i don't want to do that to them. sometimes i just want to pack the most basic of belongings and just disappear out of their lives and maybe they'd just forget about me and i can have a do over with my life. i don't think i ever would, but i think about it a lot.
I betrayed my friend under the pretence that I have her best interests in heart but I really want her to suffer.
My stepfather introduced me to the daughter of one of his colleagues, Annie. For a little over a year she and I have gotten closer, in fact our relationship is flawless we get along almost too well. I started following her on social media a year ago as well and her posts are well disturbing to say the least. Black and white photos, mentions of suicide, murder, psychosis, pictures of black roses with morbid poetry, 30 photos of her lips taken close up with black lipstick, pictures from The Shining, Tim button themed eeriness and lyrics from death metal songs. She told me she was goth, in the beginning I tolerated his strange all of this was. It wasn’t my business nor my concern. It got worsened. It suddenly started to pester me quite a bit, that she was romanticizing mental illnesses this much. I never realized when my bitterness took over my love for her. I was talking to a friend about her once when I just called her a creep, later I felt disgusted of myself. Once I reported one of her posts and barely regretted it. Another time, following my own suicide attempt I grew frustrated and asked her what she got out of acting so depressed all the time. Truth me told I was jealous. I was jealous that this seemingly privileged girl could act out however she pleased while I suffered in silence. I was jealous that unlike her I had to act okay. I was jealous that despite all the abuse I’ve put up with throughout my life, I had to smile and be strong, while someone else was allowed to let themselves fall apart in the face of the smallest inconvenience. Today I caved in and told my mother to inform my stepfather, to inform Annie’s parents, that I’m concerned for her wellbeing and am concerned that she is suffering from severe depression and may harm herself (my evidence being her posts). My objective is actually the hope that her actions will be met with consequence. That she’ll stop her dark and annoying posts. That she’ll stop expressing herself so much in that negative sense. I know I’m a horrible person for wanting to hurt my friend in this way. I am a horrible person and I don’t deserve her friendship. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t know why I did it or why it matters. I hate myself and I don’t need or want pity. I can’t help but ask, what is wrong with me? why do I keep hurting people? why do I get satisfaction from it? Why do I feel like a demon.
#goth #emo #demon #depression #snitch #romanticism
I like to take a towel into the shower with me and drape it over myself and sit for as long as the water will last because it's the closest thing I've felt to a real hug in 5 years...
I hate myself and my body. I am getting fatter and I have tried everything. I am skipping breakfast and lunch, starving myself, and exercising, but nothing helps. My body won't change no matter how hard I try. It has gotten so bad that I am being called big, and fat by my own parents. I just want to die so I don't have to deal with the pressure of having the perfect body.
#fat #ugly #hate #depression
I usually sleep on my right side but last light for some reason i could only get comfortable laying on my belly, so i ended up falling asleep that way. I woke up this morning to severe discomfort and quickly realized my penis had twisted up and was pushed into my body and it was fully erect aswell. I tried to pull it out but i felt as if it was locked in two direct ways. It's still like that and it won't go flacid.i'm so embarrases to go to the hospital because i don't egen know what to make of this. Has anyone ever experienced anything like this before. I am really freaked out.
#penis #injury #weird #bizarre #confused #embarassed #humiliated #medical #distress #depression #despair #desperate
I am 35years old, no career, no job and need to take care of my mum. I am in need (more desperate ) of a career, an income and some independence to be able to help my mum. I have so many dreams and I honestly do not even know how to begin fulfilling them. This is never how I imagined my life going. I feel so helpless. All I have is a dream to become a beauty therapist and no way of doing so. How did i get here? My confession is I am so desperate for help, I am considering the unthinkable.
I was watching TV and saw this ad for people who are struggling with depression and issues of the like. It's called NYC WELL. you can text, call or chat--I texted with someone for about 2 hours. the shit that I disclosed is shit I couldn't tell a therapist who is staring at me and judging me. so I opened up and unloaded my mind. So if you need to chat with someone anonymously about your issues, Text WELL to 65173 or call 888-NYC-WELL.
#help #nyc #well #depression
Sometimes I write suicide notes and hide them in my room until I can leave them on my desk before I overdose on pills.
I am always sad and want nothing to do with my school friends or friends that I have made through cheer. I used to be the person who was always doing something and never wanted to be home. I was constantly surrounded by people and friends. Ever since I started high school, that has all changed. I lost all of my close friends and no I find myself playing with my pets and doing nothing but going to practice. Its sad because I want to be back to my super social life and have all my friends back but everyone seems to hate me. I have thought about killing myself due to the amount of mean comments and things being said about my by people I thought were my friends. I am most certainly depressed but I don't want to talk to my parents about it because they are very abusive.
This isn't a confession really, more of a rant...
To the doctor that took away my antidepressants;
Yes, I'm young, I'm 16 and putting me on medication puts me at more of a risk of negative side effects. Yes, I'm suicidal and can overdose on them quite easily if I wanted to and yes, you don't usually give antidepressants to under 18s but holy fuck do I need them.
I've been to over 10 therapists in the past 4 years--none have helped--and the waiting list for therapy at the moment where I live is about 5 months. I was put on antidepressants a couple of months ago and taken off of them a week ago, already I'm feeling the backlash of that. Since being taken off my depression has gotten worse, despite my actual life being better, and no matter what happens or who is supporting me I constantly feel like crap. I want to be able to feel happy again even if it was just a little bit.
I actually feel guilty for being depressed. I distance myself from people because I feel like a burden and in the 4 years that I've been trying to get help medication was the only thing that seemed to have an effect at all
I just miss it
I’m a minor and I’m transgender (FtM). I’ve been “out” to my family for a year, and to friends for about three years. I’m struggling so much, my mom doesn’t support me and says shes “doing it cause she loves me.” I hate to even think about it but a lot of the time I find myself thinking of suicide, or “DIY top surgery” (pretty much stabbing myself). The thoughts haunt me at night, I can’t sleep because I can’t stop the intrusive thoughts. I’m typing this at 2:44 am. As cheesy as it sounds I always knew I wasn’t a girl, and the first time I tried to kill my self I was 12. Then again at 13. And again at 15 etc. I can’t take hormones or do anything to further my transition, the only thing I’ve been able to do is cut my hair. Clothes wise, the only masculine clothes I have are my dead dad’s, and my room still looks the same as when I was 9 years old and sitting in here makes me just want to end it because I’ll never be in the right body.
Thanks for listening I guess? Sorry for how depressing this is.
#transgender #trans #ftm #transftm #minor #suicide #depression #selfharm
I am a 26 y/o bisexual female living in the Bible Belt. I've always been equally attracted to both genders. However, I've never acted on any of my female attractions or told anyone about them. I am currently in a 7 year hetero relationship w/ my boyfriend. I love him so much, but I'm falling for another woman. I don't know what to do. I drink alone until I become numb, and the apathy sets in. It's gotten so bad that the numbness, the apathy has taken over my sober hours as well. What the fuck am I supposed to do?
Self harm. Have you ever thought about it. Well please read this first. I promise you haven’t endured worse than me. Maybe as bad. Hopefully the moderators won’t block this post. I’m sure you’d rather hear about my giant penis & all the hot women I’ve had sex with, but there are people hurting, so let’s give them a few moments of our time. Every life is worth saving.
I could tell you about all the physical & sexual abuse I endured. The deaths I’ve seen. The horrors I’ve endured. But thats my burden. Lets say your a rich kid who has been spoiled rotten & wanted for nothing. So what. Your mind can make any life seem unbearable. Even for a young child. Gay. Straight. Disabled. Black. White. Boy. Girl. Undecided. Fat. Ugly. Its all just labels. Are you going to let others label you? If I did that I’d never have accomplished anything. I define me. Inside you have a soul. This world is hard. For all of us. Including you. I can’t promise you even one other person will ever love you. But you can choose to love one other person. Or a hobby. Or a good deed. You just need one purpose to give your life meaning. Pick an animal shelter. Send them a few dollars a month. Find a good charity that helps children. Send them a few dollars a month. Now; without you, a child or kitten will have less to eat each month. Or write a kind letter. Find a person in the world who needs it. Don’t put your name on it. Mail it. Now you sent a gift of love to another without any chance of repayment. You’ve now made the world a better place. For most people; with a little effort, they can get better. Exercise. Therapy. Meds. Happy music. Happy TV. A hobby. Watch sports. Any interest. Young people can usually grow up & move out of their situation.
For others a disease constantly reduces their options. They have less & less chances to change their situation. Two people can be in the exact same situation. One chooses to be miserable. The other tries to be a light for the world.
One tiny light. But with enough tiny lights the whole world can be brightened. But that can be hard. If trying to help others overwhelms you, then stop. Its OK to be selfish if thats how you can survive. Some people are here to touch millions. Others need to focus on saving one precious life, their own. I have no idea why I was here. But I’ve made some positive contributions, even if others didn’t really want me here. As I lay dying once, my final prayer was for the entire world to be spared. All souls. I have no idea how I’m still here. But I can’t live forever. Eventually my disease will win. Poverty will crush me. I’m no angel. Just somebody the world didn’t want. But I loved it anyways.
So I read about a teen who couldn’t face the world anymore. It overwhelmed him. His mom is successful. She seems to have everything. But her son couldn’t see a place for him in this world. So he left. Thats sad. Think about that even a child with health & wealth can break. If he could break, all of us could. Read the news. Look at all the lives cut short. Pray for them. Pray for the loved ones they leave behind. I would like to give his mom a hug. She wanted to follow him. But I’m just a nobody the world doesn’t notice. Hopefully someone in her life will care enough to lift her up.
But that little boy was just one light darkened too soon. Many others are going out too. People need to reach out to them “before” they are gone.
I hope some of you can read this. I can’t afford to read the stories myself, so I hope at least one person decides to fight instead of quit.
As for myself. My body seems intent on failing me. But I’m going to try something. Maybe it will help me hang around a little longer. I hate hospitals. If your problem is in your mind instead of your body, don’t be ashamed. The brain is much more complex than any other part of the body. If a leg or arm is broken do you laugh? Do you mock someone in a wheel chair. How about a little person? The blind? Well then if your disability is in your mind, its no less real than a broke arm. In fact, its much worse. The brain is very complex. Don’t be afraid to see a therapists. Take meds. Go to a hospital for help. Old age or a disease will extinguish your light eventually. No reason to speed that up.
As a child they wrote me off. Yet here I am. Your what “you” decide. Your not the labels people put on you. Don’t look to me for guidance. Look in the mirror & help that person out. They need someone to care about them. So love yourself. If you love yourself, at least one person loves you.
I spent hours writing this. At least one person cared enough to do that for you. So you must matter.
Love.
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#hope #despair #depression #love #light
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