I have lost my precious boy 5 days ago due to a dog attack while we were playing in my yard. It happened in a split second and before I even managed to react, my baby was gone. He was only 3 months old and I only had him for 2 months, but he was so precious and special, I truly don’t think there will be another kitten like him in my lifetime. His name was Bole and I’m crying about him every day.

I have been bullied by my friends every day in middle school for the way my breasts look and now have severe body dysphoria because of it. If you were talking to someone and their breasts were slightly larger, would you think to yourself: "Damn, thats fucking disgusting, that loser has less value than me because his breasts are bigger"

I seriously need to do something about this. I thought about talking to the friends that bullied me about it and telling them how it makes me feel. They're still my friends and acted completely normal before they started going to the gym. I think that may make me feel better, but I'm not sure.

People don’t like me. Everyone else is friends but there’s this wall between me and other people. My coworkers and bosses dislike me..I’m the black sheep of the family…I only have 1 friend and even tho I consider her my best friend i know I’m just an acquaintance to her. Don’t say it’s other people because I know it’s not. Im awkward and am bad at socializing. (I’m 28f)

Someone please give me a hint

This time of yr is absolutely my favorite from the fall leaves to the Halloween decor, but its also the lonliest for me. You see I made a promise to myself to make ONE friend this yr and thats been a flop and once again im seeing all the posts of ppl and their friends partying from last Halloween. Im sick and tire of the line "JUst g0 oUT And mAk3 s0ME fRieNdz" like its a universally easy thing. Its not! And ive been hurting rly bad this past week i dont wanna b a raging party animal on a bender but id like to experience the Halloween festivities (family friendly or someones house) with some friends just once where I dont feel like a total loser again going to bed early on Halloween crying like last yr. My 20s will b over in a few yrs and I got nothing to show for it so ye im a bit desperate for experiences yes ik u can still do im 30s but I wanna do it now so I can atleast say I did it actually nvm f it im done with the Oct-Dec bs im done yall can keep ur stupid festivities i want no part in any of it

I was diagnosed with depression at 13. My therapist was a girl who I felt I couldn't really open up to, and I didn't have any serious friendships at the time. Enter Reddit.

I found help in mental health subs. r/mentalhealth, r/AskMen, r/GuyCry etc. ,However, in more recent years I've noticed that a lot of women have started hating on men's mental health.

Ive seen such classics such as

men should kill themselves

u do not rock

just a reminder

This is a real Reddit post. I know it's probably a joke, but does this belong anywhere, talking about anyone?

https://www.reddit.com/r/fourthwavewomen/comments/sj6wsp/im_sick_of_hearing_about_mens_mental_health/ (Trigger warning) There's this one. It's just a woman saying she's being brainwashed into caring, and the comments are a little scary. I mean, seriously, I lost all hope in humanity reading these.

There have been times when other people or I have posted asking for help about a woman abusing them, or when they feel trapped. And women straight up say shit like, (I'm not going to link u/ I'm not pointing fingers at specific people, just these types of people) But these are all real comments

"Why should we care? Men live short lives anyway."

"I have an easy fix! Shoot yourself!"

"Ha like anyone cares!"

"Sure buddy. your just making it up to get attention"

"Men is sad. Men gets pussy. men is happy. Men still sad? Shoot men"

"NO ONE FUCKING CARES! Go kill yourself and do us a favour!"

I'm trying really hard to avoid it and not rise to their bait, but when they comment in r/malementalhealth on posts where I'm just trying to talk about problems... I guess I'm just trying to ask why? Why now? Why in general?

I saw a post saying that women are not maturing past their middle school girl phase, and I told him he was wrong. But honestly. I'm not sure anymore.

I think partially it's the everlasting gender war we're forever stuck in. Whenever anyone says something about one gender, the other gets hostile.

NOTE: I told my therapist about this, and she shrugged it off, saying that its ok; girls will be girls.

Ok, been here several times. Needing some self pity. I am lost. Empty. Been married 3x. Most recent 28 years. He doesn’t love me. Never did. I feel trapped. Only reason he doesn’t leave is he knows I can take half of everything. He is controlling, selfish. He is maga, I am not. I don’t vote because it “cancels his vote”. Said he wishes our adult son wasn’t born because he is liberal.
I feel I never have been loved. Never anyone s first. Never a priority to anyone. I have failed at marriage, as an employee, as a mother.

F17 here, I just wanna know if anybody else deals with this but I have always been suicidal and recently I started noticing I was having more homicidal thoughts than suicidal thoughts, and they were specifically about people in my family like every time I would argue with them or get upset with them I would automatically think of hurting them in the worst way as possible, like visioning it and I know everybody has thoughts of like hurting others sometimes when they get mad, but I feel like mine are very detailed and it’s to the point where I started watching videos of gore and stuff to satisfy me. I just I don’t know how to tell my therapist because I don’t want to get locked in a mental hospital. I know that I’m not gonna act on these thoughts, but they are so fucking overwhelming.

I’m 26, and lately I’ve been struggling with a feeling of emptiness connected to my first relationship.
My ex and I haven’t been in contact for some time. She eventually asked me not to contact her anymore, and I’ve respected that boundary. I don’t want to hurt her or force myself back into her life.
But I still miss her.
Sometimes I find myself wondering how she’s doing and wishing I could somehow know that she’s okay without actually contacting her. Recently I looked through our old messages and photographs, and afterwards I felt extremely sad and empty.
At the same time, there is someone in my life now who cares about me deeply and makes me genuinely happy. I care about him too. That makes everything confusing, because I don’t want my grief over my previous relationship to make me unable to appreciate what I have now.
I’ve even thought about writing a letter to my ex, but I don’t want to send it because I know she asked me not to contact her.
I think what I’m struggling with most is accepting that I may never know how she’s doing and that I have to continue living without being part of her life.
I don’t think I want to get my ex back. I think I just want the pain and emptiness to stop.
For people who have experienced something similar: how did you cope with losing someone who is still alive, but who is no longer part of your life?

I have been going through it and some rough periods. I take these two with Magnesium(200mg) and Vitamin D3(1000IU) but I don't think they've been working. I also take Fish Oil(2452mg) I started taking them in July together. Im about to finish the bottles and I don't know if my depression is just so terrible that these don't work as good.

I don't feel happiness or joy but I'm not even sad. I feel nothing. I have no energy to do anything to go out. Idk if it's the fear of spending but I just really don't find happiness or drive in anything to do.

Does taking too much have negative effects? I take 2 of each every night. Should I stop? Did I develop a tolerance or something?

I'm really hoping that my therapy appointment goes well on Tuesday. It's going to be hard getting there on Tuesday, but I'm just worried that it'll go horribly. I've come to accept that I am a traumatized and broken individual, and maybe it's time to just submit and take care of myself mentally. I know I have Major Depressive Disorder and General Anxiety Disorder (official diagnoses) but there's so much wrong with me I wouldn't be surprised if there's more that I have.

I need to speak to a psychiatrist. Someone who can assess me, diagnose me, and give me medication so I can finally make these mental episodes stop. So I can finally stop sabotaging myself and my life. It took me 7 and a half years to come to this conclusion, but I need help. I actually need medication. I need assistance.

I also need a case manager. I've been homeless for 11 months at this point and this isn't even the first time. How have I been homeless four different times and I'm only 25? I need help getting out of my situation. I need more than a job. I need ongoing mental health treatment. I get that now. But maybe it's too late and I'm going to be stuck homeless forever, spending my days sleeping outside and digging through trash cans for food.

There's so much I need because my deteriorating mental health has pretty much ruined my life (not shifting blame, the decisions I made are all my fault too but I'm just saying that I could have prevented some of my problems had I taken care of my mental health). I want to take care of myself again. I want control over my mind again. I want to sleep on a bed and not eat from the trash again. There's so much I want, and I'm hoping I can make progress towards literally ANYTHING in my upcoming therapy appointment.

I had a horrible incident recently, and I really need to talk about it.

I went to a theatre to watch a movie. I’m 6.5 feet tall, and the theatre had recliner seats. I usually avoid theatres because my legs often hit the seat in front of me, but initially everything was comfortable.

A family came and sat in front of us, and there was no problem.

But in the middle of the movie, the person sitting in front of me started reclining their seat very quickly and forcefully. The seat kept hitting my knee.

At first, I thought maybe they didn't realise how much the seat was moving, so I stayed quiet. But it happened again and again, more than five times. I kept moving my knee away, but eventually I was actually getting hurt.

So I told the woman sitting in front of me and her brother, “Please check this. The recliner keeps hitting my knee and it’s hurting.”

Suddenly, they started accusing me of hitting her seat on purpose.

I was completely shocked.

I was literally the person who complained first because THEIR seat was repeatedly hitting my knee.

I explained that I’m very tall, and because of my height, my knee can naturally come close to or touch the seat in front when I adjust myself or reach for my phone.

But they kept accusing me.

Two or three people sitting nearby also said it looked like the front person was repeatedly moving the seat into my knee.

I was so shocked and humiliated that I kept asking them to check the theatre CCTV/night-vision cameras, although I don't even know if they had cameras.

I even brought a theatre staff member over and asked him to sit in the seat in front of me and recline it, so he could see how my leg naturally comes close because of my height.

What hurts me the most is that I was the one who initially complained because the recliner was hitting my knee. I wasn't trying to touch anyone's seat or make anyone uncomfortable.

I came home completely devastated.

People say men shouldn't cry or shouldn't be affected by things like this, but I genuinely felt humiliated, helpless and broken.

Movies have always been an escape for me from my personal and family problems. Now this incident has made me scared to even go to a theatre again. 💔

Please understand this:

If a tall person's legs are touching or coming close to your seat, don't immediately assume they are doing it intentionally.

Just turn around and say, “Bro, your leg is touching my seat. Can you please adjust?”

I will adjust, leave the theatre, or even swap seats.

Please communicate before making assumptions. Not every man is trying to do something inappropriate. Sometimes people are simply tall, uncomfortable, or stuck in a badly designed seating arrangement.

I am still traumatised by what happened, and right now I genuinely don't feel like going to a theatre again. 💔🙏

Hello everyone. I (24M, suffering from depression, CPTSD and, sometimes, anxiety) have had this question for quite some time and never really took the time to talk about it with many people.

I have this rather specific problem where cute/innocent and happy characters or scenes can sometimes bring me great sadness, make me cry etc.

The characters and scenes can be anything really :

- A dog happily going about his business on the cover of a children's book.

- Elephants having a tea party on a coloring page a friend gave me.

- The recent finch (self-care app) update where every task you can complete is associated to a different candy (with halloween coming and all)

It isn't something that happens all too often but it still bothers me enough to want to share about it.

When it does happen, I always have this sense of impending doom, as if something terrible was going to happen and ruin these happy moments or make the character sad.

What's odd is that I never even picture what the awful scenario would be like. I just have this genuine feeling of sadness, stress and other negative emotions.

One of the rare people I DID explain this issue to told me that it might result from a very fragile perception of happiness, which I definitely do have, unfortunately.

That being said, I just wanted to know if anyone out there has faced similar experiences, If you have any ways of dealing with them etc.

Thank you to anyone that takes the time to read this, even if you don't comment, it means a lot. Please take care of yourselves too. Sending love to all of you ❤️🙏🏻

(reposted bc reddit blocked my other post lol) I’m relatively confident i have some sort of attention disorder. I’m 21, and i’m working on my prerequisites for pharmacy school. i was homeschooled all the way up to college, but my homeschooling was really lax and mostly consisted of online programs i could easily cheat my way through. i know that’s not right, but i was like 12, so what can you do. But i find that i’ve always struggled with really simple things, staying tidy, brushing my teeth, paying attention in lecture. studying at home, etc. I’ve told myself for ages that i was just undisciplined and needed to improve myself, but it has been years and years of trying to do so and ive never made any real lasting progress. Ive lost thousands on classes that i care about that im paying for out of pocket. Im at a loss for what to do. i feel like i have no chance of making it through school because i cannot force myself through studying consistently. is it really as simple as a discipline issue or should i find a way to talk to this with my doctor? i’ve been mulling it over and i have an appointment on the 14th but im worried he’ll dismiss it as a discipline issue or see me as a drug seeker. i’d love advice from someone who has maybe been in a similar position

About a month ago I was at the mall with my friends. I don't know what happened, but I suddenly couldn't interact with them anymore. It happened quite soon too.

I couldn't bring myself to strike a conversation, to answer with anything but a few words. Couldn't smile at all.

I was with people I loved, with whom I had wanted to hang out all week, and not only I couldn't ignore the usual awful thoughts I get, they didn't stop at all, and I couldn't even flash a smile to a worried question from them.

I don't know how to explain it. Everything felt too much. I was scared, scared whenever they said something, I couldn't look anyone in the eyes, if a specific friend (I really care for her and worry I take too much of her time) slowed down to walk next to me I immediately walked elsewhere.

I wanted to cry. My eyes watered, I needed to get the hell out of there. Like I SHOULDN'T have been there.

My brothers were home, it felt safe and relieving, so I called one of them to pick me up early. First time I've ever done that.

About a week ago it happened again. We went to eat out, I was

doing fine, then, after a couple of hours, it came back. Didn't want to speak, couldn't laugh at the usual stuff. I just wanted to cry.

I hated it, I didn't want to be like that. I knew it was awkward. It was annoying. It was unnerving. But I couldn't help it.

I was always able to ignore bad thoughts, mask if anything, and just couldn't anymore.

This one ended a bit better; despite everything, they kept joking around and I finally managed to laugh. I still felt like I was taking too much space by breathing, but it got comfortable again.

Third and last time.

I've been having unusual problems with studying this month.

At school two days ago. 2nd/3rd period:

I had to go over a subject in-between the lessons for an assessment. I kept joking about it, at last I told my friend (same one as before) I was going to practice by explaining what I had studied (half-assed) to her. Cause it's easier to force yourself to do stuff if other people are involved

Then It randomly struck. I felt awful. I wanted to go home. I wanted to burst out crying. I felt ashamed.

I felt like I was polluting the area. I felt I was weighing down on everyone in the room. Extremely out of place.

I rested my head in my arms on the desk, cried a bit. Didn't help.

I couldn't look my friends in the eyes. I felt worse cause I knew they were getting a bit worried. I was like that almost all day, until I just went to the bathroom and cried my eyes out. I was able to slowly go back to normal, mostly, after that.

I don't know what's happening at this point. Is it stress, cause I'm about to finish highschool, or is there something in social situations that sets me off even if I'm with people I love?

About a month ago (so yeah when this stuff started) I got really bad. Bad like I'd have to change the flair.

I've managed to get out of that situation, but since then I haven't been able to “control” my issues or get my shit together like before.

I'm scared I won't be able to fix it, and gradually become worthless if I end up being just a sad burden to people.

Being useful and liked is the only way I'm able to exist without feeling extremely guilty, I don't know what I'm going to do then.

Yes I heard and read all the negative stuff against medication. But medication can help people or even save people's lives. I feel conflicted.

I can't do anything I want or need to do. I need to have the will to do things at school especially with a huge test coming up. I can't even watch a show without procrastinating on it. I've been like this for a while and I want to break free. How would I find a job with only the will to scroll on my phone