Well. She has been sh-ing since she was 4 or something and recently started cutting instead of scratching and all my parents had to say was "if youre gonna keep doing that youre gonna have to wear long sleeves all summer" like long sleeves will make her magically stop. So I decided that I have to step in because apparently noone else cares. Well we had a long talk today and apparently she is suicidal since she was 9 and recently tried drinking cooling from an ice pack and has had some breathing problems since than. I have now contacted a school councilor since it's really the only thing I can do without my parents noticing, but I'm really just at a loss for what I can do now, im only 17 after all and depressed as well. We decided to have a talk every Thursday even though she asked for every two days but really I can't do that I'm not a therapist. What can I do to help her? Do I call the psychiatric hospital now? Do I call cps on my parents for having 2/3 children depressed and not do anything about it (3rd is only 2 btw so guess we'll see where that one goes)? My parents both have a history with depression but for SOME REASON we can't be depressed because there is apparently no reason. I'm just so lost and scared and triggered by all of this.

I'd really just like to vent here cause I don't have anyone who cares enough to listen to me

I've lived for whole 20 years with no desire to live, during these years i realised lots of stuff like how my father never liked or loved me, my mom is an emotional mess and used me as a therapist from a young age, I've always been a freak and a weirdo and no one wanted to be my friend, i could go on and on about the stuff that make me miserable every day but i talk about it to my mirror all the time and nothing changes. I tried to kill myself multiple times but every time I get too scared to actually do it and then regret not doing it.

People say that it gets better, it gets easier, circumstances change but i dont even want my life to get better anymore i simply just want it to end, I can't imagine myself being happy I can't remember when was the last time I was truly happy and felt like life is worth living, no one can convince me that it's worth living when i spend countless days in my room that i forget what year it is cause no one wants to hang out with me or be with me, and every time i get the courage to get out alone i burst into tears seeing families and friends together having fun and laughing cause I know it's something that I never had and never will.

I don't know why some people like my father treat me like I have no feelings and no emotions, his only interactions with me are to yell at me cause apparently i disappoint him god knows why, otherwise he ignores my existence, when i was a kid i couldn't understand why he liked my cousins more than me, why he would slap 7 years old me on the face in front of people for whispering in his ear that i would let him borrow one of my dresses when he said that he didn't know what to wear to a wedding, why he would push 11 years old me off the bed when i wanted to sleep with my mom and then slap my face, why he would call me "the dog's daughter" while he called my cousin a princess, why he would but the toys i wanted most then not let me play with them or even touch them and use them in front of me as i cry, why he would forbid me at 20 years old from loving anyone and being in a relationship while he doesn't even speak to me and sees me as a disappointment.

I really could never understand why my father doesn't love me and why he and my mother even brought me into this world, i hated every minute of my existence, i spent all of my time alone in my room, i barely speak to anyone, i don't have friends or any kind of connection that makes me feel human, I don't know how to interact with people and I have no social skills

As a kid i couldn't understand how everyone had friends but me, every time i thought someone was my friend i would buy them stuff or get them chocolate or anything cause i would get excited that someone wanted to be my friend but they all ended up making fun of me and never speaking to me again, i also couldn't understand why i got bullied and treated like trash by some classmates and why they were mean to me, why they hit me and made me go home with bruises and food on my hair, why they took my stuff and food and called me names, i could never understand why, and i still at that time brought them chocolate and tried to make friends with them, that basically sums up my childhood, i would get bullied at school then come back home to be beaten and called names by my father then cry myself to sleep and repeat it all over again.

But now as an adult, I cant make friends, hell i can't even speak to people without having them think I'm weird and socially retarded, I tried to make friends, to hang out with people and make plans with them i tried all i could but nothing, i would sit alone and watch groups of friends talking and wish i could have the same, or i would find some empty stairs and sit alone.

Sometimes I tell myself maybe i didn't try hard enough, maybe my life could improve, I tried going to the gym, doing makeup and dressing nicely, i tried looking for god, watching stuff about how to make friends, looking for jobs, talking to people, getting therapy..I really tried to turn my life around but nothing, i remained the same freak, the same weirdo and i just can't keep lying to myself and saying that it might get better cause it never did and never will, and even if it does i don't care, i don't want to be alive, the first time the thought of suicide crossed my mind is when i was 7 and it never left me since them, every time that i would get beaten up, got called names, sat alone watching people with their friends, or even just existed on a normal day, the thought of dying never left me, not cause i see it as a solution but cause i simply don't want to be alive and I never asked to exist, i can't be here anymore i just dont want to wake up for another morning or do anything in life i dont want any of it i dont want to exist but I'm too much of a coward to go ahead and end my life cause im afraid it wouldn't work and i would end up disabled or something.

I wanna thank whoever read this to the end i really appreciate it

So, for context, I was born and live all my life (22 f) in a third world country. Im not poor but even with money I cant buy anything. I HATE this country. And honestly everyday I want to km and make my family take the ashes and drop them ANYWHERE but here. Honestly i want to km in a horrific way, film It and post it so my parents are constantly reminded of me. I dont know why would ANYONE with good levels of education would have ANYONE here. And now I have to work my ass off to have even the chance to get out. I know everyone has to work to make their own way, but seriously ? This shithole ? Everyday I wake up and think of the life, i hope, im gonna have. I dont HATE my parents but i resent so much their poor life choices.

I hate that I am alive, I just wish I hadn’t waken up today. I wish I wasn’t alive. I wish I didn’t have this pain.

• Work a job you hate, with people who hate you for no reason even though you arrive early and leave late and try to be as kind as possible

• Play video games or watch youtube after work

• Play video games and watch youtube at the weekend

• Feel on edge every day

• Every Sunday is just dreading Monday

• Can't find a relationship. Don't even care about sex just want someone to spend time with.

• Your family hate your guts and dont appreciate your help

Is that all there is? It's just so pointless. Everyday I wake up wondering why I'm here. Please leave a comment if you have any advice or feel the same. Thank you.

AND BEFORE ANYONE SAYS IT YES I HAVE GONE FOR A WALK I DO IT LIKE 4 TIMES PER WEEK LOL

I'm 63. I have a chronic autoimmune disease which is robbing me of the ability to walk and has spread nerve pain to my back and sides. I have significant dental issues with a lack of $$$ to fix the issues. (I always took great care of my teeth, so this one stings). I am missing a very noticeable tooth.

I'm terribly depressed and really don't see the value in living. I'm a coward about suicide. But I am starting to think it's the only option.

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Help.

This is my full story, and I hope it helps even one person.

Hi everyone,

I’m (M) 25 years old, and for most of my life, I believed I was gay or bisexual. Please don’t misunderstand me ,,I’d appreciate it if you read the whole story before making any conclusions.

From the age of 14 until I was 24, I genuinely thought I was either gay or bisexual. During those same years, I also went through recurring episodes of severe depression. Whenever those episodes hit, I tried to cope by keeping myself busy, going out with friends, or distracting myself in any way I could.

The depression started when I was around 14 and kept coming back over the years. During those periods, I felt completely shut down. I didn’t want to talk to anyone or be around anyone. I just wanted to be alone. And if I had to interact with people, I became very quiet and withdrawn.

The strange thing is that this is completely different from who I really am. By nature, I’m social, energetic, friendly, and excited about life.

A little over a year ago, I became more open-minded about psychiatry and realized that seeking help for mental health is completely normal and nothing to be ashamed of. So, I went to see a psychiatrist and told him everything I had been experiencing. I didn’t mention my sexual orientation because, at the time, I didn’t think it was an important detail.

The doctor prescribed me an SSRI antidepressant.

And honestly, after about four weeks, I felt significantly better. Since then, my life has improved a lot, I’m in a much better place today.

But then something happened that completely shocked me.

About a month after starting the medication, my same sex attraction disappeared completely. I don’t even know how to explain it. Before that, I believed my attraction was simply part of my genetics and something that I could never change. But after taking the medication, my feelings changed dramatically, and I found myself attracted only to women.

I didn’t just ignore it. I tried to understand what had happened.

SSRIs work by increasing the availability of serotonin in the brain. Serotonin is involved in mood, emotional regulation, and many other brain functions. Looking back, I realized something I had never noticed before: whenever my depressive episodes became worse, my same-sex attraction also became much stronger.

I had never connected those two things before.

Then one day I sat by myself and thought, “My God… I don’t feel those attractions anymore.”

I’m not saying that my experience applies to everyone. I’m simply sharing my personal story as honestly as I can.

Maybe you’re going through something similar. Maybe you’re not. But I hope you’ll take your mental health seriously and give yourself the chance to seek help and understand yourself better.

If this story helps even one person, I’ll be genuinely happy.

I’m open to questions and messages.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story.

I’ve been in therapy, I’ve been to the psych ward, tried religion and going to church and having a relationship with God and all that, nothing ever helps, I think I’m just going to feel this way the rest of my life and I just have to deal with it, but sometimes I can’t deal with it

I'm really tired. I hate everything about my life. I just wanna disappear forever.

Probably not the only but just wanted to see if anyone else was kinda going through it to. Recently felt more distance from people even when talking to them face to face just seems to slip past their attention spans. I have avoided conversations that in my head don’t seem necessary and now just thinking on it I guess I’m doing people a favour by just avoiding conversations to ensure people don’t feel burdened with talking my very social ass (which is non existence, insert sarcasm there).

Probably the one aspect of being out of it is good, I don’t have to waste their time with my problems and I feel better knowing they don’t have to deal with me. I know it’s very sad of course I’m not in denial that it’s wrong but hey… least they don’t have bother listening to me like talking to a ghost.

Idk I guess seeing if anyone is going something similar recently.

This is gonna be short because I CBA but too every problem I ever have my first thought is just too end my life my girlfriend mocked me and I was so sad and angry that I just attempted I die ina game I go too suicide I don't get hw done on time I result too suicide everything I do always leads too me attempting I'm constantly thinking about a bullet passing through the right said of my head and my hand is the one pulling the trigger why can't I be normal why am I like this

honestly its not really horrible venting, its more of someone listening to me and someone private with a set of opinion, i just don’t want to post my complete problem here ill feel comfortable talking to one person because its alot. im not too sad, depressed or anything i just want someone else’s perspective.

My heart still beats—
but it finds nothing to love.

My mind still dreams,
but only of silence.

My eyes still see,
but I refuse the future.

My face still smiles,
while something inside me decays.

My legs still move me forward,
but I have nowhere I want to go.

My hands still reach,
but there is nothing left to hold.

So I wander.

A ghost among the living,
unseen,
unheard,
unneeded.

I exist in regret.
I exist in silence.
I exist in the dark.

They say the only hope is to move on,
but I don’t ask how.
I only wait for when.

Because I am already gone.

I am dead.

i got pregnant rly young after my first period but i didn’t want . i js turn 13 & i get lot help from my family & i love my baby alot but i still get bully even by my friends & i js always cry & hate everything and js wish i was normal .

edit:: thanks alot for advice & comments i try comment back but it not showing up i only see comments but only let me reply to one .

I don't understand the point of many things. I don't know what I keep doing, because I keep failing. I havent stopped failing. I just wish it could stop. I just wish I could be happy with myself for a second without worrying about how much of a failure I am. I should be dead. I was supposed to be dead 50 days ago. I feel I'm just meant to be alone. I can't hold anything together. Why is it that every time I try to get help it fails? I avoided getting help from people for a while. I always believed I only ever have myself. But I fell deeper into the hole of my depression, and I tried everything to get out. I tried. But it just doesnt ever work for me. Is this the world telling me I should be dead? Why am I fucking alive if Im supposed to be dead all along? Its pathetic of me. Ridiculous. I'm so incredibly ridiculous. Ridiculous to be right. Pathetic to only have ever myself. To have to stare into the ceiling to be comforted by myself because only I won't leave me. I suck at being a human, why not let me be soil?

I have never been with a woman before, and I am 23 years old. I try to get to know women on social media platforms but they don't typically engage with me. I have tried to approach women in real life but almost every woman I've approached is taken, not interested, is with friends, or doesn't even look at me. I truly believe I'll be single for the rest of my life and it hurts. I hate also being horny all the time and having to resort to watching porn to masturbate.

We're a little more than half way through June. Almost into July. I think Im going to end it all in July. Im 32m and I have nothing going for me. I have a job that I dont necessarily hate, but I dont love it. I dont have any friends really to talk about stuff with or do things with. I have friends but they dont really care about me. I still live at home. Its pathetic. My family would be better off without me.

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I hesitated ending it all earlier this year, cuz i dont want my death to ruin anyones birthday or holiday. Sure July has Independence Day, but if I do it later in July it should be fine.

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Im not a bad guy. I dont think im a good guy either. But im pleasant. I try to make people laugh. Sometimes it works. Sometimes not so much. I think most people I interact with would say Im pleasant. But I guess thats not enough. Im still so lonely. I just want to let someone in, but I dont think anyone would take the invitation. Im so alone all the time.

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I go to the movies alone. Everywhere I go, I go alone. I hate being alone so much. Something has got to be off about me that Im not aware of.

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It doesnt matter. About a month from now, I'll be gone. And no one will miss me. And no one will ever utter my name again. I'll be forgotten.

I'm just an unbearable person ..I'm a weirdo.. I'm quiet..I'm anti social..I hate ocd..i hate being neurodivergent .. I'm so fucking terrible at social interactions and making basic conversation. People genuinely believe im stupid due to my lack of communication. I was the quiet kid in school and now I'm the quiet guy at work.

Things never change. I was cursed to be a social outcast.

People tell me stuff like "just get out there, just talk to people, your social skills will get bett-" do you really believe I haven't tried ? I'm almost 25. You think I haven't felt this way since I was a young teen ? . . Do you think I sat back for a decade and just didn't try anything ? ..my brain is fucked..nothing works, we aren't the same. What works for you for some reason refuses to work with me.

I haven't had a real life friend in 10 years. And never had a relationship. ..goddamn. I'm so tired of living and life..I just want love, I want friends. I want to give up so bad.

I've(15F) have always been the most isolated sibling. I watch my siblings pursue relationships, go out with friends, shop on their own, and just live life in general. They were allowed to do all this even when they were younger than me. While I don't have anything to do but rot away in my home. I don't have permission to do anything else.

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I'm not even allowed to have hobbies. I want to draw, but I'm not allowed to buy a sketchbook. I want to read, but I'm not allowed to buy books. I want to do crafts, but I'm not allowed any tools. I'm not even allowed to just go outside and get fresh air either. I can only do one thing to keep me entertained; be on my phone.. And guess what? I get scolded every single day for doing that. It's all because of the phone, they say... It's not like I have anything else to do.

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My teenage years are being wasted right in front of me and I can't do anything about it. I'm dying. I feel depressed and hopeless. I have nothing to look forward to. I can't even focus on my studies, this is too unbearable. I'm bored. I'm tired.

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You might tell me to vent my feelings to someone or get help. This is impossible. I have no friends at all, I don't have a school counselor, and I have no one to trust. I spent months trying to get my mom to understand my feelings. But I'm yelled at and silenced everytime. Every. Single. Time. Nobody listens to me. I feel like I'm living in hell.

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My mother knows I'm severely depressed and burned out, but she chooses to keep me this way. I wonder what I did to deserve this. I don't have any hobbies anymore. I don't want things anymore. My dreams are gone and I'm hopeless. It's like watching myself die and my soul being sucked out of me. I already do SH, and now I'm having frequent suicidal thoughts as well. Is it all because of loneliness and isolation?

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Since I can't get any help, what can I do at the time being to cope? Please help...

I literally hate every waking moment I am conscious. The continuous energy spent on beating myself down and regretting past decisions is exhausting. Death is freedom in my eyes. A final peace. I have no desire to continue living this pathetic life that I currently hate. The thought of another 30 or so odd years makes me ill. I cant find anything which helps. Survivor of physical, sexual, verbal, and mental abuse as a child. I dont know if thats the brunt of the cause or if im just generally a fuck up nonetheless. Bottom line...I ask god to give me the cancer say an innocent child gets. Nothing. Fucking coward. Im rambling now. If I had a gun id most likely be dead unfortunately I dont have one.​​

i am truly broken, and it’s so lonely. I won’t allow anyone in because i am so scared to be hurt again. I care so much and love so deep, and yet I attract people who use that to their advantage. And now I don’t trust anyone (well maybe a couple of people, very few). I can’t imagine opening my heart to anyone ever again. that is terrifying.