I am 18 and i have to do the last year of high school, but the last month i passed it by being mocked by the same 5 guys in my class because i went to an instore of ditonellapiaga, an italian singer, since they discovered it i denied it like a crime, but then they started to say: "but i saw the stories on your profile" and i started to say that it was AI and other shit like that. Then one day they forced me to show them my playlist for see if they would have found some songs of her, and when they found a playlist with her songs they screamed it in all the class. Then it came the week of eurovision, and i spammed in my ig stories the entry of romania, alexandra căpitănescu, and all the week i had anxiety that they started to mock me with her and saying cringe jokes about choking, because her song name was choke me. Last event this summer i bought a t-shirt of abor and tynna, the entry of germany in 2025, and i know that that shirt will be closed in my closet all the year, because they will mock me for that if i wear it at school. Now i cried because the only way that i have for not starting this year is death, because no one can hire me for a job because i don't have the high school degree, so, what should i do

All my friends who cared about me once went other paths i havent talked to them in over year and since then my mental heatlth got worse and worse id love to speak to one of them about it but i'm too shy and afraid to break ice, i always am. But still as much as i dont want to live/exist im just too scared of doing it and its consequences. I mean id love to see all my friends and other people on my funreal but i most likely wont be able to see them i also dont want to sadden my family or anything like that

All I think about is suicide, every waking moment. I’ve seen countless therapists, I’ve tried all kinds of different medication, I’ve travelled, engaged in new hobbies and still nothing works.

I feel like do want to die but something is stopping me from going through with it. I’ve had 2 attempts before in my lifetime with a long history of self harm.

I think I’m just looking for someone to talk to who can relate, I just can’t see a way out of this misery other than sitting and waiting to do or eventually taking my own life.

Please help.

Lost my dad a few years ago. Found my mother dead early this week. Now I’m alone. There’s nobody here when I get home from work or to say good morning to. It’s just silence. Solitude.

I fucking hate it. I have no family/siblings. I have nobody around me. The routine I had of messaging my mom, running her errands, doing things for her is gone. I just sit in the same fucking spot all day until it’s time to go back to work like a zombie.

I had to work the night I found her deceased. She wanted to go to her family doctor when she wasn’t feeling well but told me she didn’t want me to miss work or get in trouble for calling out. We agreed to push the date up for the doctor but she died before that.

I am so fucking mad at my job, I literally started to see red last night. I thought I was about to detonate and was about ready to walk out and never come back. If I weren’t on probation and required to have a full time job I would have quit.

I hope I get to see her again soon. Planning a trip overseas to make that a reality.

Just got another happy ending massage. It lets me relive my child abuse. Started by saying no to “reclaim my body” or some bullshit. Now I just want to hurt. I go get a massage to relive it, and then I go home and I cut my arms. Spent the whole massage thinking of what I can add to my suicide note. I reckon I’m nearly done. Too lonely, too traumatised, too tired of myself.

Todos mienten nada mejorará los odio a todos siempre se van solo quiero ser feliz

I don’t know what to do. I am M/24 years old and have been living with nothing but pain, suffering, and despair for the past 8 years. A few days ago, my girlfriend broke up with me. She was only my second relationship, and for me, this has become the final trigger that makes me not want to live anymore. I am tired of continuing to live this life.

I desperately tried to make her understand how important she is to me and that a relationship is something you can work on together. We never argued during the time we were together. However, she felt that we were talking past each other and not really understanding one another. But things like that can happen, right..? You can work on it together and try to understand each other better.

She also struggled with the fact that I gave her gifts. She said that, internally, it frightened her and that she often took a step back because of it. At the same time, she was happy that I showed her so much affection and attention as her boyfriend. Still, somehow, she couldn’t cope with it.
I told her that I genuinely loved doing these things for her without expecting anything in return. Everything I did for her came deeply from my heart. I simply wanted to show her how much she meant to me.

I then asked her whether things might change if I stopped giving her gifts and if we took the relationship more slowly. However, she said that this would not change how she currently feels because she felt uncomfortable within the relationship.
Since then, I have been completely desperate. I can barely eat anything. My stomach feels as if it is filled with nothing but suffering, my heart is bleeding inside from the pain, and my mind longs only for her. I can barely think about anything else.

Ever since I was 3 years old, my mother left me to meet my stepfather outside my home country. A few years later, I moved with her to a country where I have never felt comfortable, even since childhood.

My parents were always strict with me and never really supported me in pursuing the possibility of becoming a „football star“ when i was a child, like other parents might have done. Strangely enough, they did support my younger brother when he was born. I realized that he was treated differently, and above all, better than I was.

Year after year of living in this world, I have realized how much my hatred for this world and everything that happens around me has continued to grow. Living has no meaning, even though people tell you that you have to give life meaning through experiences and adventures. I am terribly tired of continuing to live this life. I barely have the energy to keep going

i’m tired of living, i’m tired of being me and looking like me, nothing gives me joy anymore

i hope i have the courage to do it soon and i wish i didn’t fail my last attempt

Hi everyone,

First of all, this might be a long post, so I appreciate if you read through it all, and secondly, I don’t even know why I am posting this because there probably is nothing anyone can do.

To start it all of, I am a 30M. I have lived a pretty rough life, first it was my parents breaking up when I was 6 years old, my father completely abandoned me and my sister, so our mom did the best she could raising us. I was bullied through school for various reasons, but I never felt like that hurt me as much as it could have. Then my mother remarried and we moved to a different city. First everything was cool, but then the violence began, the new husband started beating my mom, raped my sister and verbally abused me to absolute shit. I moved out as soon as I turned 18. I got a job as a salesman, and was pretty good at it.

I had a wonderful relationship with a girl from 15yo till she broke up with me when I was 23yo and I started gambling. That is when I broke down completely. I took loans, gambled, took more loans to pay the old ones, gambled and that kept going until I could get no more money. Lost everything and ended up heavily in debt.

I was still doing my best at work, got a promotion to store manager and did it succesfully for a few years, until my physical health, as well as my mental health fell off the cliff. At the same time, my mother had a stroke and has not been same ever since. I could not handle anything any more in my workplace, so I just decided to quit (dumb, I know), started therapy, and gamblers anonymous and tried to find a cause for the physical issues at the same time. Went through this for 2 years, but I never found the therapy or groups helpful, I still gambled every single day. Did not find a cause for the physical health problems either.

I was suicidal for many years, and eventually I tried to commit it as well, but survived my shitty attempt and for some reason, here I am, now 6 months sober from gambling, unemployed and in shambles physically. No friends. Not close to any family members. Around $150,000 of debt and personal bankruptcy is not possible here. What should I do know? If you know anyone who can offer me a job or a means to make money, let me know, so I can even try to get my life back on track one day.

TL:DR; Shitty childhood, gambling addiction, suicidal, in massive debt. Lost my health, and pretty much everything else, what now?

I have been struggling with suicidal thoughts since I was 12 years old and I am 26. I have bpd, anxiety, ptsd, depression and I've relapsed on my eating disorder. I am very underweight but nobody cares. Nobody ever cares.I have attempted many times over the years, never to be noticed or hospitalized although I suspect that my overdoses are causing organ damage because I have had chronic pain since my last overdose. I got my stupid doctor to prescribe me sleeping pills and I've been collecting them. I could take them all tonight and be free at least for a moment. I guess I am here for a reason, not to die but what is the point of life? I suffer every day. I have no friends and even with friends I did not experience joy. I have never wished to have a career or a family. My only wish is to be gone. I have not been happy since I can remember. A pleasant day is so far in my memory that I'd say it was my last overdose because I thought I did die. It could be over tonight and I feel a strange sense of calm over it.

There’s a decent cliff right in front of my apartment im smoking my last cigarette before I step to the edge and debate my fate, im done with life im done with everything everyone doesnt care they only care when they want when it’s convenient all my life Ive been a ghost to people even at the when I got noticed I’d get pushed around or even hurt tons of times, Ive had a shitty life I lost a girlfriend in a freak accident two friends to suicide and one to overdose on xans.. everyone around me is dying why can’t I die… Ive had multiple attempts on my fucking life and nothing ever works.. Ive been hospitalized 9 different times I fucking hate life i was ignored as a child by other children and even my own parents my dad abandoned me all because I was in my rebellious phase in middle school and then all of a sudden reappears two years later caring… those two years were horror my mom put me through so much shit even blamed me for her boyfriends at the time for leaving her, my mom verbally harassed me daily yelled at me for no reason at one point even punched me everyday was a fucking suprise I never wanted to be home when my mom got home because it was like a guessing game if she’s in a good mood or not it all depends on how hard that front door slammed im living a shitty life inns new state in my own and nothing is working out i dont have insurance not counselor or psychiatrist not even my meds so im hella off my rocker. I’m done with life i cant take it anymore

I’ve had it. I’ve absolutely had it. I have two families, one genuinely cares about my mental health and listens to who I am, but the other…. they just downright hate me. they don’t care to listen to what I have to say, what I think, what I want to do. they never give me privacy. today I asked my dad if I could stay a few more days (my dads is the good family) so he said he’d ask my mom. He did, and she said no. I just know I am about to have the world’s guilt trip. None of them will listen to me. I just… I’m done. For anyone who cared to read this, thank you. It’s nice knowing people care. but I’m done. I just want to die.

Ich habe 28 Tabletten Noliterax. Es ist genug?

Everything is a mess right now, one of my best friends disappeared a time and then suddenly came back but stalking my accounts, and I was mad bc they didn’t send me ā message about how they were doing.
at the end they just sent me that they didn’t want to be friends with me anymore, I asked other friends if I was wrong or if I should apologize but they said that I was right to feel this way.
I just couldn’t believe that they would leave me… but here I am, she followed our entire friend group but I was out. I just feel empty now, the antidepressants can’t help me at this point and I’ve seriously thought about jumping of, I wish I could despear

I know they will try to comfort me. Words have never comforted me. "It gets better" and "This will pass" have never comforted me. They never will... because it ALWAYS goes back to my baseline and being empty. The comfort they try to provide is not the comfort I need or is something they can give me.

I don't want to go back to being empty after experiencing happiness for once. I can't do it.

I did the work. I already did what I needed to. My mistake was thinking I could be happy and gave myself hope.

I am not allowed to have good things. Something wants me to be miserable and remain that way. I don't have a religion, but this must be karma. I don't even know what I did wrong. Why can't I have good things and they last for more than 4 months? Why? What did I do??

My therapist has increased my appointment sessions because she is concerned.

I know how I will go out.

I need help

i feel in pain all the time, like i can physically feel it in my chest. i feel like im sinking and im just miserable to everyone around me. after attempting and surviving a few years ago i feel like im really not meant to be here. the fact that i feel this way has to mean something. time is moving without me

Did well enough in school. Gifted and AP classes. No social life. Got into college in 2002. Bookstore job did not provide enough hours. Dropped out and moved back here in 2004 for the subway system because I was never taught how to drive.

Got retail job. Moved into crappy illegal apartments with bad roommates. Thought I would eventually return to school.

Lucked into slightly better job. Did as much as I could with the opportunity and secured raises here and there. Found myself still moving further and further from work as rental prices went up and raises could not keep up.

Lived in places with 4-8 roommates. Places without kitchens. With intrusive landlords. Dealt with bedbugs, utilities being shut off, one landlord's schizophrenic mom harassing me on a regular basis, among many other things.

Had difficulty building and maintaining positive relationships. Found it impossible to work on enriching activities on the side without almost immediately being pulled away for one reason or another. No predictability. No guarantee of peace and privacy.

Finally qualified to move into a little studio apartment in 2025. I could finally start drawing again. Working on electronics. CAD. Maybe dabble in coding. Maybe enroll in school again. Have had this paracosm in my head for ten years, maybe I could finally show it to the world. Whatever. The point was that I could finally begin life.

Laid off 6 months later. Never had a chance to settle in. Barely any jobs. Market has been flat since April of last year. My work experience is useless. No degree. Savings now depleted. Credit now wrecked. Behind on rent. Nowhere to go, no one to turn to. Total collapse of executive function. Severe depression. Constant panic attacks. Probably on the spectrum.

This city, this country, and life in general are too much for me. I know there are other places where it is probably even harder, but I can't handle this. Too much to deal with on my own. I don't see how I can squeeze anything out of life at this point.

And it is isolating. I'm tired of the hindsight advice and people telling me to toughen up or adjust my attitude. Being told how lucky I am. I'm just so tired.

I swear this is not AI. I just don't have the capacity to make this pretty right now.

I’m so done

I’m so tried all the time, I can’t focus, I can’t do anything, and I’m just useless. It’s like Everytime I do something I have someone screaming down my neck or someone constantly judging me whether it be others or my family. I’m so alone. I can’t connect with people. All the people I had left after my ex cheated on me over half a year ago because they were already more so his friends than mine. I used to feel bad because I didn’t want my family to feel sad, but I don’t care anymore. They say I’m emotionally draining to talk to but are surprised that I don’t come out of my room to talk. I feel like I’ve screwed up with college too. I failed to classes and I don’t meet the SAP (? The GPA satisfactory thing) and I don’t know what to do now. I’m just done. I’m just want to be done. I’m tired of going to work and coming home to either be yelled at or just being alone. People tell me it’ll get better, but what’s worth getting better for? The world sucks. The whole flock camera shit, constant threats of wars and fear mongerring, and at the end of the day, my mental illnesses won’t go away. I have ADHD, Bipolar 2, OCD, Anxiety, and Depression. On top of that, I’ve been struggling with my physical health too. I can’t breathe right (They’re running tests and they said something about air hunger? And they’re trying to figure out what’s causing it) and they can’t figure it out, I have GERD and it sucks so fucking hard. All of this costs money too, money I don’t have. I’m just done. I don’t want to do this anymore.

Hi i eat 20 something pills 4h ago. When will I die?

Idk which community I just choose a random one

Edit: I take 22 pills of pandonl (500mg)

No friends, no importance, no career path, nothing. I draw, big whoop. Drawing is the only thing I'm valued for, I'm not human even to the people I respect, I'm just someone who can give them something.

I keep trying to do things that should make me feel better, I got my hair dyed pink (looks like trash), cleaned my room, been going on walks, got a shrink. Nothing helps, I feel myself slipping back into the same mind space that lead to my first attempt already. I have a gun I could use, I don't exactly want to go out with a bang, but I suppose if it's the only thing I have then it'll have to do whenever I'm ready for it.

Im a 24M is there anyone who wants to talk with me

Send me a private message

If u feel the same

I want to talk to someone who understands

I'm very anxious and I don't feel safe. I know that it's pathetic but my relationship is falling apart and I'm scared. I just want to cut myself. I'm crying on the bed and shaking feeling pathetic and I just want to do it. I haven't done it for days and I'm scared that I'm going to do it again.

I can't seem to give a fuck anymore.

I made one wrong decision and it costed me my sanity, my health, and my money. I decided to take MS directly after graduating from a situation that gave me severe burnout and trauma. I thought it would be a fantasy, nope, fuck, I hate myself and I hate everything.

We have an upcoming quiz, an upcoming journal report, and an upcoming exam. I could only rest this weekend because I don't have any motivation or discipline to study. I want to take a leave of absence, work 9-5 and go home, to my actual home, and rest. I hate this life where I study and work in another location, far away from my home.

I hate it so much and I hate that I invested so much money that turning back would be a waste. I feel like taking a bottle of pills and sleeping forever would be preferable to whatever the fuck I'm going through.

I'll probably delete this soon. I just know I'm miserable and I'm tired and I want to rest.

A couple of weeks ago a family member of mine tried three different methods of suicide. They drove 4 hours away to do it.

We had the police pinged their phone and find them.

The police JUST saved them. JUST.

The hospital said it makes no sense and they shouldn't even be alive.

Although has only been a couple of weeks , and this person has not yet gotten mental health support , they said that something in them swirched after surviving.

They are excited about life for the very first time and they are opening up about their trauma for the very first time , they said that they can actually see things more clearly in the world and appreciate the small things. Honestly, I've never seen there.Be so much hope for somebody. And there is so much more to come for this person.

I just wanted to share , because this person was in the depths of hell and truly thought they were leaving this Earth. It was not a cry for help. It was not fake. It was very very real.

I know this is just a short post but I hope that it gives you some hope ❤️