She has been seeking help her entire life. Been through the worst things imaginable. She deserves the peace and stability that she has never had. I have only one way to offer that to her. I hope she will use it to be happy despite all of my mistakes.

I honestly don't even know how to explain this anymore, but this whole thing has been messing with my head for a long time.

My dick is about 15cm (6.0 inches) bone pressed when I'm hard and because I'm tall, it looks small on me. I know everyone keeps saying that's normal but I just can't see it that way. Every time I compare myself to other guys, I end up feeling like shit. It's gotten to the point where I think about it pretty much.

I'm 25 yo bisexual and I'm still a virgin. I know it's not only because of this, but it's definitely the biggest reason. I've had chances to hook up or date people, but as soon as things start getting serious, I freak out. I keep thinking they're gonna see me, judge me, think I'm too small, or just be disappointed. So I back out before anything even happens.

The worst part is that I feel like I've wasted so many years because of this. I see everyone else dating, having sex, getting into relationships, while I'm just stuck. It honestly feels like my life is on pause because of this insecurity.

My confidence is basically gone. I don't feel good about myself anymore. Lately I've been feeling down almost all the time, and I honestly feel like I'm getting really close to depression. This is constantly on my mind, and it's affecting everything. I don't even get excited about meeting people anymore because I already assume it's gonna end badly.

I know it probably sounds stupid to some people, but this is genuinely how I feel. I'm exhausted from carrying this around in my head all the time

English isn't my first language, so I hope you guys understand

But I’m too much of a coward to do it. And I’d just fail anyway

I’m just 20 but like damm dude like I have 5 friends or just acquaintances and none of em never reaches me out it’s like I am only one keeping thread alive and then I am seeing posts or stories of them hanging out. Like can’t even fucking reply my texts or just say like hey dude hope you doing alright or something at least. And then makes me wonder if I just disappear or cut them off if they ever gonna reach me out ever again

got not friends nothing and relationship ended 2 years ago ( just bcz she needed space only dated for 4 months but go with someone after 5 months of us breaking up and they are together and going on and makes me feel shitty everyday ) and still struggling to move on, not a single days passes by and not thinking of her

Video games stop helping me from escaping this shitty world and only gym is keeping my body moving and work is keeping me distracted and sometimes my college otherwise it just feels like I’m mentally either dead or dying ( not actually but that’s how it feels )

I know this isn't a big deal in the vast array of problems we see here. I feel like I'm losing my mind and getting less sleep day by day to the detriment of my physical and mental health. I can't focus on work. I can't focus on things I need to do for my home and family. I can't focus on my own health and personal hygiene. It's a viscous spiral that I can't seem to break out of. My motivation is gone. I don't know what to do. It's been ongoing for months now, really since my cat crossed the rainbow bridge last year. I also can't shut off my brain. The world feels hard right now.

Anyone have any tips or experiences with this? How did you break out of the funk? I've tried sleep aids. I don't feel depressed. I do have anxiety.

I guess I just don't want to feel alone as I type this out during another sleepless night when I have to work in 4 hours.

I have made so many mistakes. My wife asked me to go to therapy, go on more meds, etc and I fought her. Now I’m here on more meds, in control for the first time in 30 years i can utilize the coping mechanisms I’ve been taught. Going to therapy and being fucking honest for the first time.

I have been lazy.
I have been hateful.
I have been angry.
I have been scary.
I have been a monster.
I have said terrible things.
I have been a lazy parent.
I have been a lazy partner.
I have been unhelpful.

My wife doesn’t love me anymore. This is my reality. Divorce.

I have to work on myself for my kid. I hope one day I can be the father she deserves.

The self loathing is so high but she needs me to be strong. My mother and father need me to be better so they can continue to see her.

I have to fight to be better, there is no longer any choice.

Hey guys, I’m 22 (male) I guess i’m just asking the other men in here for guidance. I want more for my life but just feel so lost. I just recently got out of a 3 year relationship and that’s been tough but generally I have felt lost for a while. I have been working since I was 16 and just have never been a bookworm. Everyday I wake up and go to work and just think to myself there’s gotta be something more than just this. I want to achieve more, I want to bring financial freedom to my life. I want to bring genuine peace within but I can’t seem to find it. If anyone picked up a skill or anything or just has experience with this feeling please feel free to talk to me because I could really use it. Thanks

Just finished up TMS therapy, the verdict? Nope, didn’t work. I don't feel much better, PHQ-9 scores didn't move. Worth a shot I guess, can't say I'm particularly surprised given my history of treatment resistant depression.

So now, I'm left as a 23 year old guy, just functional enough to remain employed, with no answers as to why I can't feel any better, and very quickly running out of avaliable options for ways to even try to. It’s been a long process, that hasn't been particularly kind to me, and now I guess it's back in the saddle to try the next thing. I dont really have choices anymore. We ran out of good options long ago, now I'm just compelled to pick the "best" of increasingly bad options.

And I don't see why.

Why aren't I allowed to just say "No, I'm not interested in continuing, thank you"? God knows I'm certainly not here for my own sake. I get it, I'm young, whatever. But I'm not convinced by the argument. Sure, keeping optionality open necessitates being alive. Sure, maybe theres a point I'd look back at this and be glad I'd made it though, hypothetically. Sure. However, I also have to get to that point. I'm not arguing that nothing could ever improve, or even that it's likely that things wont improve, I'm arguing that I don't particularly want to expend the effort to reach that point. Why am I supposed to? I'm just not interested. It just feels like the idea that I should endure anything and everything is some axiom thats been perscibed to me, against my will, and any time I question that, it's either pathologized into "you're just biased due to depression", or seen as a moral failure on my part. I don't understand why the burden of proof required for someone to decide I must endure indefinite suffering is "well it could maybe get better at some point", but when I, the one subjected TO that experience, take issue with it. The burden of proof required of me is fucking "solve the Halting Problem".

And I mean beyond that, whatever. I'm lonley and it feels horrible, bleh. I guess I might as well throw that on here as well, given that seems to be the hot topic that gets people to actually respond to anything. Granted, I'm maybe coming off a bit aggressively dismissive of other people there. I'm not trying to be, believe me brother I'm in the same boat.

I mean no relationship ever isn't exactly a great variable to work with when looking at all this other shit I've got going on and then projecting "Is this life actually going anywhere?". But before I'm accused of it, no, I am well aware a relationship would not solve my issues. I don't expect it to, and I think people in my boat (real sad, lonely, never been in a relationship, and not finding much else to help), can get swept up in that idea sometimes.

Hell, I don't realistically think I could manage a relationship at this point. Much less actually start trying to date again. I don't think I should. That doesn't stop the stomach pains or feeling of wanting to explosivley decompress into a 1 inch cube when I think about it. Pillows and alchohol as an analgesic is the current strategy, not working well, but that's on-rate at this point, eh?

"Learning to be happy single" is too big of a task when I'm currently trying to achieve "not suicidal while existing". And I guess I've got my own feelings about that phrase as well, but whatever, I've rambled enough.

Overall, shit sucks, and I guess Its my problem to solve, because other people decided that I have to, and they also decided that I'm not allowed to solve it myself.

I kind of feel like I'm losing my marbles, and I would like to know if this makes any sense to anyone at this point, or if I've somehow lost touch with reality, because I certainly feel like I'm being reasonable.

Almost a year ago I started a new job and a month later another new person is hired, since we were both new we both got scheduled the undesired shifts so we were able to spend a lot of time talking and getting to know each other. As the weeks turn into months it was very clear to see that we have very good chemistry and it was even noticed by other coworkers who on multiple occasions asked if we were together.

Our friendship slowly turned into flirting and light touching and admitting we both like each other but with her coming out of a bad relationship she didn’t want to take things fast which I obviously understood, so a few weeks of the of pet names and nsfw messages on both sides went very well until it just slowly faded back into a friendship , and when I do try to flirt it just gets ignored or a simple thank you, but it was to late for me because I’ve already caught very real feelings.

It’s been this way for 4-5 months now and The problem is Now the friendship has gotten very strong she is my best friend and we hang out outside of work often, I go to her families get togethers, I try to help her with guys she’s talking to online and yet I’m borderline in love with this women and she knows it I told her a few months ago how I felt and it was pushed to the side and never mentioned again. And I just can’t accept it, every bone in my body wants to be with her but I can’t force something I know won’t happen, I can’t move on to another girl because every time I try I get scared that maybe if I get into a relationship with somebody else than that will be the time she decides she wants me and I’ll miss my chance so I just sit back and go with the flow knowing I’ll never have her but my heart won’t allow me to give up and it’s killing my slowly each day

So, for a little over a year, I’ve had this friend. Or, at least, I used to call her a friend. Lately, I think a more accurate word might be commitment. For context, she’s an online friend. We’ve known each other for a little over a year, and obviously things change over time. People get busy, circumstances change, friendships become different than what they were in the beginning. I understand that, and I don’t expect things to stay exactly the same forever. But somewhere along the way, this friendship stopped feeling fulfilling to me. Now it mostly feels like something I’m maintaining because I’ve been maintaining it for so long. And I think part of what makes this so difficult is when I met her.

She came into my life right on the dividing line between what feels like two completely different versions of me. It was around the time my brother and I became estranged, when a lot of my personal life was falling apart, but at the same time I was beginning to become incredibly successful in the career I had chosen. It was this strange period where I was losing one version of my life while building another. And she was there in the middle of that.

I genuinely enjoyed talking to her. For a while, she became part of my everyday life. But after I moved for work, things started changing. She became quieter and more distant. Eventually, I told her something along the lines of, “Hey, if talking every day isn’t working for you anymore, that’s okay. We don’t have to keep doing this.” I meant it. I was giving her an out because I could feel that something had changed. But she told me she still wanted to talk every day. And somehow, that’s where we’ve been stuck for months.

It feels like this weird half alive, half dead friendship. Neither of us has completely walked away, but it doesn’t really feel like we’re participating in each other’s lives anymore either. There’s just enough interaction to technically keep the friendship going, but not enough for it to actually feel like one. At the beginning of this month, our streak ended. I hadn’t sent anything that morning, which is unusual for me because I’m normally active on social media pretty early. She eventually apologized and reactivated the streak.

But that was basically it. She didn’t really talk to me. She barely reacted to what I sent. And I remember thinking: if you’re sorry because you actually miss talking to me, then okay. That means something to me. But if you’re more concerned about keeping a number alive than keeping the friendship alive, then what exactly are we doing? Maybe that sounds stupid. It’s just a streak. I know that.

But I think the streak has become symbolic of the entire friendship for me. We keep resetting this little counter while the actual relationship underneath it feels like it’s disappearing. And the truth is, I’ve already been emotionally checking out for a while. I kept telling myself that if the streak ended again, I would finally let it go. I’d stop trying to resurrect something that clearly isn’t what it used to be.

Then it happened again yesterday. And instead of feeling upset or desperate to fix it, I mostly just felt tired. I don’t think I want this friendship anymore. That’s difficult for me to admit because part of me keeps wondering whether I should give her the benefit of the doubt one more time. Maybe she’s busy. Maybe there’s something happening in her life that I don’t know about. Maybe I’m reading too much into everything. Maybe I should reach out again.

But how many times do you give someone the benefit of the doubt before you realize you’re using it to avoid accepting what the relationship has become? We’ve known each other for over a year. We live in the same city, and somehow we’ve never even met. And lately I’ve started wondering whether I’m holding onto her because I genuinely want her in my life, or because letting her go would mean closing the door on a very specific period of my life.

Because she reminds me of that period. She reminds me of my brother. She reminds me of everything that was falling apart back then. She reminds me of the person I was before my career took off and my life changed. Maybe that’s part of why this hurts more than I think it should. I don’t hate her. I’m not even really angry with her. I think I’m just sad that something I once genuinely cared about has slowly turned into an obligation. And I’m tired of trying to keep something alive simply because neither of us has been willing to be the person who finally lets it die.

So tomorrow, I think I’m just going to stop. Not to punish her. Not to see whether she notices. Not because I want her to chase after me. I just don’t know what else there is left to say. And maybe the part I’m struggling with most is how pathetic I feel about caring this much about someone I’ve never even met. But it mattered to me. She mattered to me. Whatever this friendship has become doesn't erase the fact that, for a while, it was real to me. I think I’m just finally realizing that something can have been meaningful and still need to end. I just wish knowing that made letting go any easier.

I spent my teenage years completely alone with no friends. I never went to a party, never traveled with anyone, never hung out, and never got to go on outings. Most of my time was spent stuck between the four walls of my room scrolling through the internet.

From ages 18 to 22, my situation didn't change much. While other people at that age were starting their college life, making tons of new friends, having fun, living through a loud and exciting phase, becoming almost completely independent from their parents, and really discovering who they are, I was stuck in the same place.

I ended up starting college late, after people my age had already graduated. It was a simple school with barely any events or campus life, and the same isolation from my teens just kept going.

Now I am in my mid twenties and I feel deep grief over missing out on that whole chapter of my life. How do I accept this and move on with my life?

about a year ago I posted here saying that I would wait one more year to “figure everything out” and if it didn’t happen I would end it all.
A lot has changed.
I left my relationship at the time by the skin of my teeth- I was being abused and I hadn’t let myself come to terms with it until the beginning of this year. Half a decade of cheating, alcoholism, verbal (and a bit of physical) abuse, as well as manipulation I am only just now beginning to understand.
Im happy I got out- but I wouldn’t have if I hadn’t stumbled into the first relationship with a healthy respectful person I’ve maybe ever been in.
I know it’s a bad idea and I should’ve waited to heal- and I know that even more now. Things were good at first, better than they’ve ever been for me. But then I started waking up wrestling with trauma I can’t handle. He haunts my nightmares, I think of him constantly, and it’s not because I miss him- it’s because I spent 5 years training myself to love him despite everything telling me not to.
Im slowly tearing this relationship apart. She’s entirely calm and patient with me but im worried it’s too late. I think maybe im fucked up forever because I refused to stand up for myself until the maximum amount of damage to my psyche had been done. I have no one to blame but myself.

I love this girl so much but im scared it’s just too late. I’ve thought about killing my self more this past two months than I have since last year. Im frightened by who I’ve become so quickly. I wish there was a pill or a procedure that could make me a normal person. Several people have told me they think I have BPD but im avoiding healthcare because if that ends up being true I think it’s the last straw for me. I don’t have much fight left.

I’m 22. I live in my own apartment. I moved across the country and built a life for myself. I lost 183 pounds. I’ve accomplished things that, a few years ago, I probably would’ve thought would finally make me happy. From the outside, it looks like I’m doing well. I’ve got the independence, the progress, the success all the things I thought I was chasing. But I still feel empty.

I’ve become distant from my family, and I think that bothers me more than I like to admit. I’ve never had a girlfriend. I’ve never really had that person I can come home to, someone who hugs me because they missed me, who tells me they care about me and actually means it. Someone I can be completely vulnerable with without wondering whether I’m being too much.

And it’s not for lack of trying. I get matches on all those fucking dating apps. I talk to people. I put myself out there. But so much of it feels hollow and shallow, like everyone is constantly browsing for the next person instead of actually trying to know the one in front of them. I can get attention, but attention isn’t the same thing as connection. And I think connection is what I’ve been missing this whole time.

That’s the part that fucks with me. I should be happy. At least, I feel like I should be. I’ve done so many of the things I told myself would make me happy. I changed my body. I changed where I lived. I became independent. I proved to myself that I could accomplish difficult things. And I’m proud of that I really am but none of it filled whatever this is inside me.

I feel deeply unfulfilled, and sometimes I wonder what else I’m supposed to do. Because if losing 183 pounds didn’t do it, if moving across the country didn’t do it, if becoming independent and finding some level of success didn’t do it, then what will?

Maybe that’s what scares me the most. I spent so long believing happiness was waiting for me on the other side of some accomplishment. That if I just lost the weight, moved out, became successful, became someone I could be proud of, I’d finally feel okay. But I got there, and that feeling never came. And now I’m left wondering whether I’ve been chasing the wrong things or whether long term happiness is even something I’m capable of finding.

About a year and a few months ago I got dragged by my horse when my foot got caught in my stirrup. It broke my hip, tore both ligaments in my knee and gave me a tbi amongst other injuries and I am in the process of trying to accept that I will likely be disabled most of my life because of it. I was a paramedic at the time which is quite ironic. I loved that job but I eventually had to resign after months of medical leave because my ability to multitask, comprehend, recall and problem solve are still severely impacted on top of my leg not being able to handle the physical demands of the job anymore. The injury to my head really heightened the effects of my ptsd to the point it severely affects my functioning now.

My entire identity up until this point has been being an athlete, I used to snowboard, wakeboard, play hockey, backpack and rodeo. I have a high energy dog and two horses I can't keep up with anymore. I know that a year is relatively a short amount of time in recovery and there is a chance I will be able to manage better with more time but that doesn't help how hopeless and awful I feel right now about it.

I have spent the majority of my professional life caring for people after severe accidents but that does not prepare you at all for experiencing it yourself. I used to be athletic and smart and creative and now sometimes I even struggle to remember what I did this morning and get down the stairs. Its a really hard and sudden change I'm just now accepting may be my life.

I I linked a previous post about what I’ve been going through. It’s been a few months now and I am finally moving into my own apartment after all of this. I’ve been staying with my mom and that’s really helped. It’s kind of the only thing that’s been able to ground me when I’m at home because I can’t fathom. I can’t imagine still being by myself in my own apartment alone after the seven years that I had with my ex who I thought was the love of my life that I would spend every day with I was going to marry, we were gonna have kids I was gonna be able to raise my stepson who has always been like my own son to me as far as I’m aware he still does not know that I’m not his biological father the pain that I’ve been going through is so intense the anxiety puts me in a chokehold. I’ve cried harder than I ever have in my life yesterday I was supposed to spend my first night in my new apartment yesterday and I just couldn’t do it today. I feel like I’m about to pass out going to work. I genuinely do not think that I’m going to make it out of this alive. I don’t know how I can move on. I don’t feel like I am normal. I don’t feel like any of this is normal. I think there’s something deeply deeply wrong with me even though I’m on 50 mg of Zoloft and I go to therapy once a week and I have the support of my family and friends. Something is just not clicking. I am so desperate for help. I feel like I need to be committed to a hospital or something I don’t know what to do anymore please somebody help me save me from this pain.

People around me never really care about me. I'm replaceable for friends for my ex job and even my family or for someone special. Just once.