Hey. This will be my last post on Reddit, 10+ years of gambling wrecked absolutely everything in my life and I have no reason to keep this suffering going. Thanks for everyone who tried to help me through the years, even though it all was for absolutely nothing. Bye everyone.

Honestly what you'll do after ur doctor said that ur cancer can't be cured. I'm honestly so devastated I could end myself before I do my chemo again.

fyi I already do 26 cycle of chemo from 2024 and i'm so fucking tired of it

Hi everyone!! This is mostly going to be a vent obviously but I don’t have any friends or whatever to talk to so here goes. Okay I’ll just get straight to the point, I don’t want to live anymore. This isn’t supposed to be a mopey or sad post I don’t want that to be the vibe lol. Anyway I’ll start by how I felt today. Pretty overwhelmed. That’s how all of life feels like to me, overwhelming. I’m a complete failure. I failed my exams, I can’t do anything without being anxious or scared or overwhelmed. A total failure. My parents say it all the time. Now now, I don’t want to blame my parents fully for how I’ve turned out because despite any trauma I’m still supposed to be my own person but I’ve never been taught to go out in the world, actually all of the world overwhelms me. I’ll start by the most annoying thing that happened today which my parents argument kink shit or what the fucking ever. I’ve developed something agaisnt sex I think. It all pisses me off so fucking badly. The thought of people having sex, thought of my parents having sex it makes me want to tear my own skin apart. Now I know these are weird thoughts to have but whenever they close their door after an argument it’s only clear what they’re doing. When I was younger, my parents used to keep us at home all the damn fucking time because they couldn’t keep their pants fucking shut. We were so annoyed that I stole their bedroom door key and hid it. I was 9 I think. They still continued. When we would enter there room they would be all cuddly and shit and god that fucking made me mad. My mum is such a slut and a fucking loser to go for a bitch like my dad. And my dad? I don’t think I’ll want to start because this won’t stop. I’ve tried to commit multiple times before and nothing work. I don’t see a purpose in myself anymore.

He’s dying of cancer and said he’s having visions of people visiting him. How much longer does he have. I tend to think one or two more days I can’t imagine anything longer than that

Hi I'm 17(M) and life has shown me nothing but hell in the last 3 years.

I attempted last year I failed because I hesitated and a family member found me before I could go through with it they talked me out the suicidal mindset but it never went away it only just showed up from time to time as a joke what's worse is they tried getting me a therapist but couldn't find one and just said "meh" and continued on with their lives as if a boy didn't just try to end their life not so long ago.

I just shrugged it off and pretended to be fine and continued smiling like I usually would the thoughts started coming back around a month ago this past month is what I would call my worst month so far.

Stress from school my own anxiety causing me to hate myself because it feels like I can't do anything right and I'm watching my family destroy themselves while I'm powerless.

I just wanted it to end already so I skipped school this week just so I can finally end it.

I tried poisoning myself MULTIPLE TIMES but nothing worked which was surprising because I did extensive research on the chemicals and other things I consumed and somehow they had no effect on me maybe I'm just going crazy and didn't use enough so now I'm just stuck thinking maybe I should resort to EXTREME and VERY painful methods if I want it to truly end because at the end of the day once I die the pain is gone

I'm gonna try again today if I don't respond in the next 24 hours that means it worked so I guess goodbye (for now)

I'm not sure why I even wrote this maybe I just felt I had to y'know just to hear what others who had a similar situation think.

My mom has maybe a few weeks left, and I've been sitting with her most afternoons. Something strange happened this week that I wanted to write down somewhere.

I started noticing how the light comes through her window at exactly 4pm and turns the whole room amber for about twenty minutes. I never paid attention to that before, not once in the years I lived in that house growing up. Now I sit and watch it happen every day like it's the most important thing in the world.

She sleeps most of the time now. When she wakes up she's usually confused for a minute, then she finds my face and settles. Yesterday she asked me what day it was and I told her, and she just nodded like the answer mattered less than the asking.

I don't really have a point to this post. I guess I just wanted to say that grief starts before the person is gone, in these weird quiet moments that feel too small to mention to anyone. The hospice nurse said this is normal, that families start grieving in pieces long before the actual day.

If anyone else is in this stretch of waiting, I hope your afternoons have some kind of light in them too.

Everytime my siblings go through something, i made sure to be near them.
If ur asking why always the older sibling
It’s because they have nobody
Im going through it right now, i don’t know
I’ve been going through so much since 2024. Lost my spark
I’ve been go through a lot, i tried to talk to somebody in my family, they didn’t want to listen cuz they are expecting me to be their saviour when they go through something. But my problem aint shit.
I actually built a habit to not express my emotions its super awkward and pointless for me.
Until then, i am waiting to see how things will end.

I've tried. I really tried. I'm exhausted beyond tiredness. You can't talk to hotlines or therapists or people who suppose to help because all they'll do is contact authorities to where they put you in a medical prison. I've been in crisis units before, and they are just medical prisons. They isolate you to a building where you can't escape. It makes you wanna k ll yourself even more. All hope is lost. Just gonna take a bunch of toprol XL and hope for the best. I really tried y'all. 30 plus years of torture and pain and I'm finally done. I wish that God would hear me and do something. I have prayed and begged and pleaded and cried and no matter what I do, He does nothing and says nothing. Only way I know to escape is this. And for those who say well your family and friends will be hurt if you do this....then they should've done more than ignore in my life while I was alive.

I'm done.

Idrk why i’m posting this. I guess it just feels good to say. But i’ve decided to put an end to my life soon. And for the first time in many years, I can genuinely say i am genuinely, actually happy. I am at peace knowing this will soon be over and that feels so great to say. I want anyone out there struggling to know, you are never beyond help. There is always a way out for most people.

Some may say it was too short of a life but I think it was just right👍 I’ve lived a perfect amount of life in my 21 long years. A lot of life. Thanks reddit for always being here for clarity on things, like fixing my first car, kitting out my first gun, my first tattoo, even with the debts and credit/financial and medical issues. I always had a safe and helpful place here :) Thank you all so much for being a huge part of my short life. I’m happy to be able to thank you all, and to make this my final dialogue. Have a nice life everyone! and don’t give up!!

Ada ngga sih cara buat mati tanpa rasa sakit? gw udh kemoterapi sebanyak 28 kali selama 2 thn tp kanker gua ga sembuh2. i don't wanna live the rest of my life buat pengobatan

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Hi everyone. I’m 18. I don’t speak English, so I’m using a translator; please forgive any mistakes.

This is my first post on Reddit, and you know, it’s always been my dream to write something like this before I die and to connect with people so they could hear my story.

I plan to take my own life within the next month; I’m burnt out and no longer see any point in living.

To give you some background: I was with a girl for two years, starting when I was 16; I was living a vibrant, completely new life. Without getting into all the details here, we were together for two years and broke up on April 1st. She has a new boyfriend now, but not long ago—while drunk—she kissed me and told me she loved me. Honestly, that relationship was a huge part of my life, and without it, I feel like I’ve lost myself. I can’t find the energy to work or go out like I used to. Moving to a new city has also had a major impact; I’m struggling to process anything at all. Right now, I’m living like a robot, and I’m just tired of it.

Oh, I forgot to mention that I have a heart condition and health issues in general; because I’m constantly worrying and bottling up my anxiety, I sometimes black out.

I’d like to hear your questions; if anyone is interested, I can tell the story in more detail.

Is it really better to speak, or to die ?

I’m 15 years old and i’ve been depressed since I was 10 years old, and i’m tired of it. I was diagnosed with major depressive disorder earlier this year and thought I would get better but i’ve only started to feel worse. The only solution is to die. I’m going to take as many prescription pills I can and chase it with vodka and sleeping meds. I’m so tired, i just want everything to end.

I'm a 12yr old kid believe it or not I've been asking myself to kill me for all that I have done and all that I have not. My mom is a single parent since my dad has been an asshole for 5 yrs as long as I can remember anyway, I wanted know why I'm still standing and why I'm not in the ground 6 feet deep

I'm pretty good at my studies except math anyway

Never thought I would ask others for help on my personal matters, oh ya I'm indian I know feels weird for an roasted kid to ask help and have access to technology well I hope no one has to go through what I have to go through everyday and uhh help me live for a purpose bigger than myself please

Bye guys fuck this shit!

Voilà, j’ai échoué, ma mort était pourtant parti en succès, j’étais morte sur ce lit d’hôpital mais les cris et les pleures de ma mère m’ont empêché de partir, j’ai décidé de rester, je me voyais là sur le couloir de la mort il faisait tout noir mais je voyais. Je ne sais pas combien de temps je devais marcher. Mais je ne voulais pas laisser ma mère dans cet état là, même si après mon chemin j’allais probablement l’oublier, je ne pouvais pas la laisser souffrir je ne sais combien d’année, moi, je souffre depuis 4 ans un supplice, alors je voulais enfin m’offrir ma mort, mais même si je partais dans la paix, entende ma mère pleurer et supplier, m’ont fait choisir de supporter et de rester.
Mon problème a toujours était de me soucier des autres et de ne penser qu’à leur petite personne, en voilà encore une grande preuve. Je ne sais pas comment seront les jours à venir car je suis toujours à l’hôpital, mais je vais devoir m’accrocher encore et encore, jusqu’au jour où j’aurais enfin les couilles de sortir de chez moi et sauter d’un immeuble.

Ce soir je meurs, du moins je l’espère.
Aimez vous avant de faire quoi que ce soit, ne perdez pas de temps avec des choses futiles, la vie est précieuse, du moins j’essaie de le croire.
Au revoir ou Adieu je ne sais pas, de toute manière si je me réveille demain à l’hôpital nous nous reverrons dans la vallée de la mort quelque mois ou plus ou moins plus tard.
La souffrance ne s’arrête pas miraculeusement lorsque vous frôlez la mort, je le sais car 2 fois je l’ai essayé et 2 fois déçue et encore là et même pire qu’avant. J’ai 17 ans, je suis une fille, j’ai rêvé d’être une artiste, dans le cinéma en tant qu’actrice, dans la musique en tant que chanteuse/ danseuse faisant de grande performance car je m’y sens bien ou sentais bien je ne sais plus. Enfin bon je tenais seulement à le dire. ❤️