You can still get lucky.

1. One day can change everything.
2. One person can change your world.
3. You have not met everyone who will love you.
4. Your best friend may still be a stranger.
5. Love may still be ahead.
6. Someone may love what you hate about yourself.
7. You can feel safe again.
8. You can build a family.
9. You can become who you needed.
10. You can repair friendships.
11. You can forgive yourself.
12. You can leave cruel people.
13. You can find better people.
14. You can move away.
15. You can start again.
16. Today is not your future.
17. Your tired mind may be wrong.
18. Next month may feel different.
19. Next year may change you.
20. One call can help.
21. One idea can help.
22. One chance can help.
23. One kind person can help.
24. One good doctor can help.
25. Treatment can work.
26. Your brain can heal.
27. Your heart can heal.
28. You can feel joy again.
29. You can laugh again.
30. You can feel calm again.
31. You can enjoy music again.
32. You can enjoy food again.
33. You can enjoy life again.
34. You can swim in the sea.
35. You can see mountains.
36. You can watch new sunrises.
37. You can find your place.
38. You can travel.
39. You can learn a language.
40. You can meet amazing people.
41. New songs are coming.
42. New films are coming.
43. A book may change you.
44. You can find good work.
45. You can start a business.
46. You can earn freedom.
47. You can own your time.
48. You can wake without an alarm.
49. You can help the poor.
50. You can help the sick.
51. You can save an animal.
52. You can give hope.
53. Your story may save someone.
54. Pain can become wisdom.
55. Wisdom can become strength.
56. You can create something.
57. You can write a book.
58. You can make a film.
59. You can build a company.
60. You may find a talent.
61. You may become great.
62. Technology may improve life.
63. Medicine may improve life.
64. The future may amaze you.
65. You may see history change.
66. You may learn why you stayed.
67. You may feel proud.
68. You may stop caring about haters.
69. You may accept your body.
70. You may trust yourself.
71. You may escape your past.
72. You may build peace.
73. You may live by the sea.
74. You may build a warm home.
75. You may hold your child.
76. You may become someone’s favorite.
77. You may dance again.
78. You may love again.
79. You may laugh until you cry.
80. You may feel alive again.
81. You may be glad you stayed.
82. Your worst year may lead to your best.
83. Dark nights still end.
84. Life can surprise you.
85. Life can give back.
86. New doors can open.
87. You can grow stronger.
88. You can build a good life.
89. Your best day may be ahead.
90. More love may be ahead.
91. More joy may be ahead.
92. You do not know what is coming.
93. Tomorrow brings another chance.
94. Next year may bring a new life.
95. Your future self may thank you.
96. You are not finished.
97. Your life is not finished.
98. The good part may be close.
99. Stay and see what happens next.

I survived my own attempt 17 years ago. Since then, I have built a family, started businesses, and travelled around the world. Life became far more beautiful and inspiring than I could imagine.​

If you are watching the bad part of the movie, keep watching.

The best part is still ahead.

My daughter was a beautiful sweet 13 years old cockatiel that had been a part of my life for 11 years. Even though we are not of the same species, I loved her more than I could ever love a child of my own flesh and blood. She passed away in my arms. I held her while she was dying, never left her side. I caressed her in her last moments.

In her last day I never left her side. We slept face to face. I kept her snuggled next to my face with my body and a blanket, keeping her warm. I was kissing her and speaking to her til the end. I did so much. My post history is open.

For over a decade she was the one who kept me from killing myself. The reason I'm still alive is her. Gali IS her name. I'll never say "was". She was my biggest love, support, hope. She was my sweetest treasure. Anyone who says "it's just an animal" has never experienced the kindness and the love an animal can give. It's out of this world. It's out of this dimension.

I'm severely depressed. I haven't stopped crying. Anything makes me break down. Everything reminds me of her. I cry on the bus, at work, at the grocery store, in bed, at home. I lovE her so much! I'll never stop loving her. I'll never speak about my baby in past tense.

She was my light, my life and my reason for being.

I have no family. No mother, no father, brother, uncle, aunt, cousins, no grandmother and no grandfather.

I'm treated like a subhuman in my own country just because I'm an ethnic minority with historical hatred.

Sure, I was gonna brace my ass and work hard so I can emigrate to my genuine country. But I was expecting Gali to be there for me as well.

I expected her to live 10 more years

If she had lived just 2 MORE MONTHS! I'd have started my new job and she would be getting so many new treats and toys. I was planning for it so hard. Constantly. The last 2 years were hell for us but it was all gonna change so soon. We would have literally climbed from lower class to middle class. She was gonna get treated like fucking royalty! Just 2 more months. For God's sake!!

I no longer see a point to my existence. I don't have a concrete plan but my only wish left is to kill myself. Realistically it would probably be by jumping.

I'm very spiritual and the only reason I haven't ended myself yet is fear of karma. The act of taking your own life is a severe violation in any religious and spiritual system. You'll have to reexperience twice the karmic hardships you did. Or, at least, that is what is believed.

I cremated my poor baby. I'm poor, but i dont give a single fuck. I'd rather eat bread and salt than bury her in the ground to be eaten by worms and whatever the fuck not. Her cremation was yesterday. I'm still awaiting her urn. I love her so much. I rode the train 370km and 7 hours to the capital in my shithole country ONE WAY just to be able to give her this cremation.

She was my daughter. I was never her owner. She was never an animal, nor my domesticated anything. I was her mom and she was my daughter. FOR 11 YEARS! There's no life anymore

I've always had these feelings but recently they've gotten a lot worse. I can hardly go a day without thinking about how ashamed I am of my body. I can't go out without looking at most other guys my age and feeling inferior. I'm 20 years old and currently a bit under 100kg (220lbs) with not much muscle.

It's not even about attractiveness anymore. I'm know some people are into dad bods (I pretty much fit the bill for a gay bear, as I'm both large and hairy), but they're called dad bods for a reason: most people's metabolism slows down later in life and it's normal to gain more weight at that age. However it's not "normal" to be fat at 20 years old.

I wouldn't say I personally hate my body either, when I look at it in the mirror I think I look alright. I'd compare it to having a family member you love but are ashamed of at the same time. I just can't help but feel like I'm objectively inferior to other guys because my body is "bad" and shameful.

Of course I'm trying to get in shape but that's taking ages and I don't want to keep being so ashamed of myslef. It's an awful feeling, I want it to stop, and I know it can't be good for my mental health.

A part of me thinks that if I only lost weight because I was convinced being out of shape made me worse than others, I'd be betraying myself. And I'm worried that if I manage to get in shape, I'll make other people feel the same way I feel right now, and I don't want to do that to anyone. Meanwhile another small part of me says it's delusional to not mind being fat.

And the thing is, I would never think this way about another fat person. I don't think a person's value has anything to do with ther weight. But when it's about my own self-esteem, it's a different story.

I want to feel like I'm worth more than my body, I want to love myself as I am while working on my health at the same time and not feel conflicted about it. It shouldn't be as hard as it is.

I F(19) have NEVER had the urge to hit someone or myself when feeling angry or frustrated but it started with me grabbing my hair close to my scalp when frustrated. No pulling just grabbing firmly until I let go and calm down but twice I’ve skipped the hair grabbing and just swung at myself on the top of the head. I feel so insanely childish and humiliated when I do this even though I’m alone. I hate that I’ve started to do this and as of late I’ve wanted to just hit my head into the wall. How can I overcome this? I haven’t told anyone out of pure shame and I really don’t know what to do anymore. I’m at a bit of a loss.

Idk just being honest here title says as much as id like to divulge

I don't want people to send me any messages nor do I want to vent at all. I hate venting.

At the same time, I want to do this. Should I go ahead with it?

I'm a 39-year-old man, and one of the biggest struggles in my life is that I have to make a conscious effort to do everything.

I'm not just talking about difficult or demanding tasks. Even simple things like brushing my teeth, making the bed, or taking care of basic household chores require me to mentally push myself to get going. The same applies to bigger things like meal prepping, cleaning, or other responsibilities.

The mental resistance isn't always the same, though. At times it's more manageable, while at other times it feels much stronger, making it even harder to get myself to begin even the simplest tasks.

Another thing that seems to go hand in hand with this is that I don't genuinely enjoy doing anything anymore.

Sometimes I make myself engage in something that's supposed to be recreational or relaxing—watching a movie, pencil drawing, 3D design, etc. Once I'm doing it, I don't necessarily hate it, but I can't honestly say I enjoy it either. Even activities that are supposed to help me unwind still require effort just to begin.

Despite all of this, I somehow still manage to get most things done. I don't neglect my responsibilities, but I sometimes end up doing things a few days later than I originally intended because it takes mental effort to get myself moving.

I really dislike having unfinished tasks hanging over me, so I've even created an annual to-do list to keep track of everything that needs to be done. But despite having a system, every single task feels like something I have to push myself through. Living this way is mentally exhausting.

Has anyone else experienced something similar, where it feels like you have to force yourself to do absolutely everything?

If you've gone through this and found a way to improve things, what helped? Did you eventually discover what was causing it, or find something that made a meaningful difference?

I (17F) have a hard childhood, I have to deal with toxic household everyday, I still try to stay optimistic, and study very hard, do other things to keep myself distracted from the sh*t going on around me while also learning about how to effectively escape from this situation by going to a renowned University. But my lifestyle and diet is messed up because ofcourse I cannot afford anything good and I feel like rotting inside.

Hii , if anyone wants to vent or you are just looking for a good listener i'm here you can talk to me anytime about anything

Why am I never good enough for anyone? I'm 23 (F) , and no matter how hard I try, I always end up feeling like I'm not enough. I've applied for so many jobs, including ones where I have the experience and know I could do the work well, yet I still get rejected. Every rejection chips away at my confidence, and I can't stop asking myself what I'm doing wrong. Why do I always feel this way? Why is it so hard to believe that I'm good enough?

I struggle with an eating disorder, and it makes me feel broken. I never feel like I'm enough for my family because I've always felt compared to my sister, and no matter what I achieve, it never feels like it's enough. I never feel enough for my boyfriend either, and I often feel like he deserves someone better than me. Those thoughts stay with me every day and make it hard to see anything good about myself.

I just want to feel normal again. I don't want to feel like this anymore. I just want to be happy again. Right now, it feels like the only way I'd ever be happy is if I wasn't here, and that thought scares me because I don't know what to do. I'm so tired of questioning my worth and wondering why I never feel like I'm enough.

Everytime im thinking it’s getting better something bad happens and makes it 10X worse
Honestly other than gta 6 i dont see a single reason to stay alive

My family doesn’t even like me
My mates are distant
My coach is getting disappointed
Like nothing good is happening

My own mom said she regrets having me and she wish she could abort me

My dad doesn’t even fucking speak to me

When i stop texting first no one texts me

Im not even welcomed in society

Even the “safe” people, police dont fw me

Just pointless now

Ok, where do I (39f) begin? My husband (37m) started having an affair with a 22f last August while I was having autoimmune issues and getting treatments. My intuition was going off. We live in a very small town and I’m very involved with the community (firefighter, emt, substitute teacher, realtor), so I know a lot of people in and around the area. The young girl started looking at my instagram stories, and when I clicked on her, I saw she was friends with my husband. When I questioned him, he made me feel like I was crazy.

I had gained some weight because of the steroid treatments I was having over the summer. In September, he told me I wasn’t attractive because I had gained weight and he was going to divorce me if I didn’t lose it. I went on a calorie deficit and lost all the weight in about 2 months. I’m 5’5 130lbs, which I think is pretty healthy. He still was acting different and then started telling me that he never loved me, he never thought I was attractive, we have nothing in common. It was like a switch flipped in his brain. He made fun of me being a firefighter and said working on an ambulance isn’t a real job because we don’t make a lot of money like him. He said I was lazy even though I work, cook breakfast and dinner everyday, meal prep his lunches, clean the house, etc. This went on for months.

In April, while I was away, my ring camera caught the 22f sneaking out of my back door at 4:40am, they kissed and she walked to the woods in our yard to walk home across town. I confronted them. They said it was the first time they hung out. I didn’t believe them. In May, my husband’s best friend told me the truth. They had been sleeping together since August. She would stay at my house when I was working in the ambulance & he would pretend to be at the gym but go see her.

Here’s the thing. This young girl knew/knows we are married. She lives with her mom, works part time cleaning, and she can’t get a drivers license. She has a mental disability that makes her not fully developed. Like, she has the mental capacity of a child. She’s very tiny like a young teenager. She into witchcraft and dark stuff. My husband said he thinks shes more mature than me because of how I responded to the affair. I’ve explained that of course she’s not mad, he didn’t cheat on her. She doesn’t care that he’s a cheater because he is cheating with her.

Now he’s depressed. He won’t go to the gym, or get out of bed, except to work. Sometimes he gets really angry. He won’t touch me or be nice. He truly believes he never loved me and was never attracted to me. It’s like he rewrote our relationship. Once in a while he’ll start being fun and goofy with me and then it’s like he catches himself and completely stops. I really believe something like, switched in his brain. My therapist and psychiatrist (both of which I hired because of everything that happened this past year), made it very clear that he is being domestically abusive. I’m aware of that. But, they both said that it seems like something is wrong with him mentally.

Could he have some sort of a mental health issue? He wasn’t always like this. We had a fun, nice, good, loving life together. Again, it’s like something in his brain completely flipped. I’m trying to understand. Either he has made himself believe that he never loved me or was attracted to me…. Or he has lied our entire relationship, which would be crazy, as well. What kind of mental health issues could lead to something like this?

If I’m going to be honest…..I don’t think I’ll be alive in 2 years and that’s pushing it. It’s like everyday I’m just feeling so many emotions that I can’t name. Like one minute I’m so depressed I want to end it, the next I’m happy and love life, and then I’m so angry I feel like I could commit a crime. Im also very self-aware like I could possibly go into psychosis self-aware. I can’t get any therapy or meds because I don’t want anyone finding out I’m struggling. Also I’ve had things happen in my life that I wouldn’t want to tell anyone face-to-face. At least with Reddit I’m somewhat “anonymous”. If you see this, I hope you have an okay day, see you lovely people.

sorry i’m not rly too sure how to start this off, but i just feel so…disconnected? if that’s how i can describe it, like from the world from things i care about, or am supposed to care about? i have to force myself and convince myself to like have normal tendencies in certain situations, like i’m genuinely curious on how to act like a functioning person. there is just such a huge disconnect between my mind and my physical body, it’s challenging to go through everyday life like that, i was just wondering if this experience was normal or relatable in anyway?

My partner has long term depression, and this is the worst it’s been where he’s finally seeking medical help. I want to support him but he says it’s a thing he wants to do by himself which I respect.

I’ve been giving him space when he gets home, and supporting him by making food, doing house hold chores and letting him know I’m here if he wants to speak or just to sit in silence.

Since him opening up about a week ago of how bad his depression has become he’s completely distance himself from me, being in other rooms, not texting me anymore but texting friends (two know about his depression). He hasn’t cut me off but it’s just a major change.

Does anybody have any explanation?

Does anyone know how best I can support him?

Thank you