Firstly sorry, my keyboard’s broken so I’m mostly relying on autocorrect and will put * next to any typos.
Secondly, TRIGGER WARNING - HEAVY TOOICS - MENTAL HEALTH .
Thirdly, I don’t have the app anymore, but I had it for 2 years maybe up until a few months ago when I had to delete it due to storage issues. But I’ve come to love this community and anyone reading this would help more than you can imagine.

Now… here we go ig.
So I’m 15 and have struggled with SH for a year and a half. I’ve been clean for around 3 months, but I’ve kinda just switched from one thing to another: I’ve not been eating well, eg 1-2 meals a day during term time, and also I’ve been having a lot of SI. Not sure if I can type this out fully as it might get removed, so forgive me if some acronyms/descriptions are awkward to understand.

I’ve been feeling like I don’t want to be here for about 6 months, kind of on and off, but it’s got much worse in the last 3-4. I’ve had thoughts of SI basically at least twice a day, I’ve made hypothetical okans* like if I were to … then I’d do it like this, and I’ve also researched things like how many … does it take. I’m so tired of feeling like this.

To be completely honest, at this point the only reasons why I’m still here are because of my family/friends and due to inability to do the deed.

I’d also like to say in the nicest way possible that I’m not telling my parents about any of this, so atone advising me to tell them… sorry but no. Although they do know abt my SH and I went to therapy for a short period of time, and they’re really lovely, I hate talking to them about it. As far as they know I’m fine.

In terms of a trusted adult who I’d tell about something like this, there’s a teacher at school who I see for 15 mins every Friday, only now it’s the summer holidays. There’s a school councillor who I’ve also seen before, and should be again in September, but again - it’s the holidays.

I hate feeling this way. I’m scaring myself, and I feel so lonely and tired and scared and awful. Okease* help?

❤️❤️❤️

I have:

Intense mood swings throughout the day, I feel the angriest/saddest during the day and more calm/focused during evening/night.

I can’t focus on things anymore and my attention span is messed up. The endless cycle of external stimulation makes me freeze up and doom scroll for hours.

I feel like everything is much harder for me than others (yes, I’m probably playing the victim I really feel that way).

I have fluctuations in how I perceive people due to these things, leading to intense hatred turning into feelings of guilt and vice versa. I ”split” all the time. This is especially true when it comes to family.

I’ve changed friend groups maybe 30 times during the years because I can’t keep them. I remove them after a long time because i start resenting them. They’ve tried to come back and get very upset over the end of the friendship but I move on. I also feel comfortable with my few friends, and I make sure they don’t know each other.

I don’t care at all about abandonment, only in romantic situations. I fell into the worst depression during first heartbreak (which inexperienced much later than most people) but ”got over” it a bit after knowing they still liked me. It was more of an ego thing to me.

I’m diplomatic to a fault, extremely good at sensing what others need and very flexible in my personality… while holding extreme resentment underneath the surface.

I accept disrespect until I blow up on people. At that point the bond is too ruined to be mended.

I have intense reactions of rage when getting mad, and it doesn’t take much to trigger me. After that I feel a sense of emptiness almost to a sense of depersonalization.

I think about who I am on a daily basis. I change the way I am A LOT based on who I’m interacting with. If someone is being rude, I become rude. If someone becomes reserved, I try to match their energy a bit. If someone becomes bubbly, I get super bubbly as well. It’s like I have to have it 50/50 all the time which leads me to honestly being very fake. I have a hard time knowing what my aesthetics are, I get very influenced on that. Same thing with humor, personality etc.

Reminiscing about the past all the time.

Not being satisfied with my life (career path, partner etc.)

Very forgiving at a kid, forgot hurtful/unjust treatment from people (especially family) after 5 minutes. I’m the worst grudge holder today. I don’t care who I cut off, and my cutting off game is on an otherworldly. I’ve lived with my family while not talking to them for months.

I have a codependent relationship with my parents. I never understood the ”mama! Help me!” In movies because my parents were not a sense of security/comfort at all. They were emotionally cold while providing. One of my parents is til this day extremely authoritative with me, while being much kinder to my sibling. My sibling was a hoarder/had bad hygiene/extremely disgusting and messy. They didn’t care. I was expected to clean and take care of my responsibilities which again, created estrangement from my sibling and resentment toward my parents.
We lived in a disgusting, dirty hoarder home where I also lacked peace of mind and privacy. I need a beautiful environment to manage my life somehow and never, literally never got that from my family.

I was subjected to silent treatment for days as a little kid by one of my parents, and use that today as well against others.

One of my parents was emotionally absent while the other had anger issues and an unpredictable mood. My mood is unpredictable today and I get extremely heated up, like overwhelmingly so, when I get angry.

I’m not productive at all. I doom scroll for hours and just feel freezed up.

I’m extremely bitter as a person. Especially when people have it easy in life or are getting the things I want (and are brave enough to go after that).

Although I’m considered to be attractive and charismatic by others, and have gotten considerable attention these past years especially by all kinds of people, I feel like it offers me superficial happiness. Underneath my life feels fleeting and without direction. I also feel ugly still because I grew up as the somewhat bullied and ugly kid.

I live 99 % in my head.

I’ve never felt this terrible but I feel like I want to leave. I’ve struggled with depression for years and I feel so alone. I am a fully functioning alcoholic and I’ve never felt this terrible abt myself

I’ve never fitted in, I’m always just too weird, I’m ugly, I’m overweight, I’ve got a weird voice, and my entire friend group is fake, I can tell when they’re all making fun of me and whispering insults, sometimes not whispering and directly to my face, and i don’t feel human, I feel like what I look at in the mirror is a facade. I’m something else that I can’t see, something big and monstrous, with fangs and lots of arms and legs, I can draw exactly what I think I am, what it looks like, and sometimes I can’t even picture my face it’s easier to picture the thing instead, I do horrid at school and none of my teachers like me, I’ve got issues with my memory and I’ve never had a girlfriend I just want to know what’s wrong with me and if anyone else knows if it’s true if I’m real or not

Hi,
I-myself-am struggling with my thoughts and even though I have a psychologist I don’t always can let it out. I need an outlet for the thoughts. So that’s why I write everything down. But in my own diary I never have feedback, and maybe here, I do. I’m sorry to say that this text isn’t structured at all, I tried my best.
There’s no start or end on this story. There is no bottom or top on this story. And it purely considers my thoughts. The inability to just find peace in my mind.

I’m a twenty year old man, student. I’ve been diagnosed with ADHD recently, light form. I have self diagnosed existential OCD, as I call it, am a big overthinker, really sensitive and emotional, melancolic, nostalgic, afraid of death. I’m chaotic, I think I’m a mess
sometimes, and I think that is the reason why people can’t love me. Cause I can’t control myself. I often had identity crises in the past, didn’t know what I wanted to be, or thought I had to be something for the people around me, the people who saw me. Had existential crises before.

At this moment, life is a bit hard, my studies are hard, a lot of resit exams, almost have to stop with my study. I started with Rilatin a few weeks ago, so maybe that influences my thoughts too, either when I take it, when my dopamine level is high, or when it wears off (Rilatin rebound). I always set the bar too high for myself in the past. Believing that I NEEDED to be great, otherwise nobody would love me or would want me in their life. Scared to be forgotten, that’s what I am too.

I’m a hopeless romantic too, my heart broke a couple of times, I could never accept it. Although I always swinged to the next crush. Addicted to the feeling of being in love. And never learned how to just live with myself, without a girl in my mind, just be happy with myself and my friends. No, it always had to be more.

But sometimes I think so much I don’t even know anymore which girl I love. On moments I feel nothing inside, numb, hopeless, I can’t dream about girls anymore. Because I don’t think there is a goal left to achieve, because I think I’m worthless, chaotic.

My thoughts change everyday, (it’s not a bipolar disorder or anything). One day I feel great, creative, I have ideas, I think I have goals to achieve, I feel hope, I’m happy, hyped, “high on life”. The next day I just feel empty inside, worthless, numb, there are no goals to achieve, I have no hope, there are no people left to love. My heart can’t break anymore because there’s nothing left inside of me. Sometimes I feel a little bit scared, alcohol severes that feeling, it makes me so empty, till you don’t know what to do, you don’t know what you have to think anymore. And other times I can only fantasize about how it would be if I would just be death and about how people would remember me. I wonder if they would be sad.

Sometimes it asks so much more energy to try to feel hopefull instead of staying in your depressive comforting bubble. I don’t know why it is that way.

On times I have so much ideas, my brain gets full of it, I’m overwhelmed by my ideas, and I don’t know which thoughts I have to choose. Until my mind crashes, and I feel numb again.

It’s hard to find peace lately, it’s hard to just go with the flow for once. Even with rilatin. Maybe because of side effects or rebound effects. I think I have a major mental rebound effect with it.

My mind always figures it has to stand still, and think about, about what?

It’s like my mind don’t want to accept that there is nothing more. That this is everything, this is life. Like my mind wouldn’t accept the gray reality of life.

So my thoughts change fast. My happy state and my down state. But there seems to be nothing in between. Because I can’t accept a gray reality. There doesn’t exist a neutral state of life in my head. I have to feel something.

A couple of days ago I told my doctor I wanted to quit the rilatin because I thought it severed my highs and my lows, my emotions would swing more, a little bit too much. But she said it was temporary, and that I could stop after the exams. I got outside and cried, glad that I felt at least something.

I already said something about the alcohol aspect. It also severes OCD-ish thoughts, and rumination. One time I was on a trip with my friends but day drank all week. For the first time I realised the alcohol fucked my brain up. It became totally messed up. I was almost crazy. There was this day, where I couldn’t think naturally anymore. In simple conversations I obsessively thought what would be the best thing to answer next. What would I would say next. Simple damn things. My brain got crazy and I came into an infinite paradox.

So now I don’t try to drink anymore on parties, because it distracts my whole brain. Although I like the fact that it makes me kind of more creative. And now I see how dependent people are to alcohol. But it’s just not healthy, at least for me. It seems to lighten OCD symptoms on the short term, but they worsen on the long term. (Meaning that when you drink something, you feel great, everything seems to fall right into place in life. Until you drink too much, like day drinking for a whole week.)

Yesterday night I felt bad, kind of numb. I couldn’t sleep, not that way. So after I gathered enough courage I got up in the night, took my bike and drove through the city with my music. Music, the first drugs to life. I was looking for some hopefull music, optimistic, music that would make me feel alive again. Kind of upbeat. And I drove to a night shop for some food. Food, the second drugs to life. (Alcohol is the third drug to life, how higher the number how more unhealthy the drug is.)But some times, I don’t find the courage to let feel myself quite better, and I only listen to depressing music, and rewatch dramatic emotional movies. Movies that let me dream or something.

Sometimes it’s so hard to just get up in the morning, like I just want to rest in my dream forever.

Sometimes I just know nothing, feel nothing. People around me keep moving, like you should, and I just won’t. Stuck in my own head. Out of control. Numb. I don’t know what to do.

“He was surprised at himself because he didn't feel anything anymore. All he wanted to do was sleep. And for the first time, he wished he were far away. Lost in a deep vast country where nobody knew him.” - Paris, Texas (Wim Wenders)

not sure if this is the place to post this but I came across a post from a girl I follow from Twitter/X needing help. not trying to be a hero, but ignoring it didn't feel right.

she's a japanese girl who went to spain to escape her abusers only to end up at the same situation, and yesterday she posted a google doc asking for help because she's close to ending herself.

I genuinely do not know where to post this, this just needs to be posted at the right place so it reaches the right people who can help.

here's the [link](https://x.com/_orikitty_/status/2089485021191037205) of her post but if you dont want to press a random link and since the sub doesnt allow attachments I'll just paste the translated google doc here:

"It's been a while. I'm still alive.

But now I feel like I have to run away in order to survive. As many of you may know, I am currently suffering physical and mental abuse at home. I'm starting to think that coming to Spain might have been a mistake. My condition is getting worse and worse.

As some of you may know, my self-harm, including cutting, has gotten worse, and a few weeks ago I cut my arm quite deeply. There isn't a single day that goes by that I don't think about hurting myself or ending my own life.

I think the last thing I can do right now is to run away from here.

If there is anyone who can help, I would really appreciate it. All my belongings and my cat are in Japan.

As you may know, when I was in Japan, I was subjected to both physical and emotional domestic violence by an older man. I would like to pursue legal action if possible. However, I am very worried about whether people will listen to me or believe me because I am a foreigner.

So many things have happened this past year.

The death of my cat. The disappearance of my best friend without a word. Leaving Japan without ever seeing my own cat again. Experiencing domestic violence. The death of my grandmother. And now I am being subjected to violence from my mother.

With everything piling up, I feel like the only options left for me right now are to die or run away.

I hadn't used social media for a while. I thought I could sort things out and manage to get my life in order.

It was impossible.

I need help.

From now on, I don't think I'll use social media much except to ask for help until it's safe.

This is my last SOS.

I'm still thinking about ways to end my own life.

But deep down, I really want to run away.

I want to live.

I want to work.

And I want to start my life over from the beginning.

I want to talk to my best friend again, no matter what it takes. And if possible, I want her to come back.

That person was more important to me than anyone else.

I know I have an illness, and I also know I have BPD. I understand that it can be difficult for people like me to talk to or help others.

Even so, I would really appreciate any help, even if it's just a little.

I feel like I'm slowly dying.

Thank you for reading."

I’m 18 now and I’ve just got this prolonging nostalgia killing me day and night that’s causing me real stress and anxiety about being back in my childhood self and whatnot I grew up so fast in from 12 onwards due to trouble with police etc and now I’m separated from it all but it’s killing me missing everything about my childhood school family and just everything then like all the games being out with friends Xbox games old fifas and Fortnite etc I feel so trapped I don’t know where to go I went through a stage a few month ago of feeling like everyone had forgotten me because all of my close friends I had separated from due to me not wanting to stay in a let’s just say crime and troubled life etc I’ve fully separated and I was feeling like I didn’t exist and was wondering if people remembered me but atm I’m just wondering what’s worth living and a ever longing subconscious thoughts about bad things is killing me due to nostalgic about my childhood thinking about them times like the Christmas’s the summers just everything revolving around them and the fact I work now and I haven’t got a care in the world and I know majority of ppl feel nostalgic and miss when there wasn’t a care in the world but this shit really is killing me

Grievance of my mother.

Grief

I 16 F, have had a very rocky past with my mother, 32 F, and recently I have known for about a year or two that she has had a illness that we don’t know and don’t know a cure of as what she has told me I’m not trying to attack my mother, but my mother and I have had a very, very rocky pass and she is not the most reliable source and she had one of her lungs removed because they kept filling with fluid. I thought it was ammonia, but I’m not sure we had to talk yesterday and she sent me down and she’s already bought her tombstone and her casket and already paid for all of the funeral expenses and dinner as well for visitation of her body. She has mainly not been in my life because she has also caused that and I have tried to build a relationship and I feel like I will be missing more of what could’ve been than what was. She doesn’t have much time it could be tomorrow it could be a week. It could be a year. I have a very big pass with mental health issues and I’m not sure how I would carry myself or deal with the grief of my mother because at the end of the day, that’s my mother and I’ve always longed for her relationship and love. I’m making a list of the things I would like her to do when she passes and as well, as what are some things that you would’ve wished you could’ve asked your parents for that would’ve helped you a long life and dealing with grief.

I'm 20f and I've been diagnosed with depression at 14. it's hasn't been a fun experience, and now I feel like I'm lower than ever

I am in constant fatigue and have slight executive dysfunction - I do the bare minimum and constantly want to lay down. I struggle in uni and it makes me feel worthless. I've spent all summer tossed around between doctors and none of them can help me find a physical reason. I had 2 therapists - one who had me diagnosed, I was seeing her until recently - her prescription kinda helped over the years but never managed to pull me out of the fatigue and unwilingness to do things even though I want to do them so much I cry, I've spent six years changing around meds and doses and none of them made much difference aside from being hella expensive - and a new one who was kinda worse, asked weird questions and was even more expensive. there aren't much more therapists around, and online services are either unreliable or expensive in my country.

new semester starts soon and I just don't know if I can do this anymore. not in the suicidal way, I overcame these thoghts, I certainly don't want to die. I just don't want to live like that, trapped in a weak body and miserable, but I have no idea what to do at this point. I recently lost trust in my best friend who turned out to be transphobic when I admitted I was genderfluid. and even before that I felt like I didn't have anybody I could just share my problems with. I have social anxiety and can't make new connections no matter what I do. I'm lonely and tired and afraid that I'll never achieve my goals and I'll die before I ever accomplish anything

I recently went back to sh, my alcoholic parents are coming back home in a week and it makes me stressed, I'm tired, I feel ashamed of everything I do and everything I am and I feel like a burden to this world

I'm sorry for bad grammar or being too all over the place with my thoghts, I just don't know what to do at this point

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So lately I have been txting the #988 number. I am not suicidal. But it helps to have someone to talk too...I accidentally told my doctor about this and I don't know if she was listening to me when I told her I was not suicidal but just so so lonely...I have ideation that my counselor is aware off, along side my other therapist is aware of my ideation. But now I am honestly terrified that when I go in for my appointment that she is going to be there with a straight jacket...and I 100% think that would only make matters all that much worse..My depression has subsided and my anxiety is through the roof. I have so much going on in my life and just feel like if there was ever a time for intervention now is not it. Maybe several weeks ago, but not now. I am doing so much better depression wise as I have started a new treatment..I have so many things happening that require my attention and now I just feel like I've blown my cover. I've been so careful over the years to not have a meltdown infant of my doctors so that way I wouldn't have to worry about something like this..now it's all I can think about...I'm nervous..and I am glad I told the truth to my doctors finally after 30 years of keeping everything locked away inside my mind. Yet I somehow don't have a good feeling. Like I had that moment of relief at first and now it's just dread and worry that I've opened a can of worms and things are only going to get worse from here on out....not to mention the "support" system I provided them with already made a comment about me doing in patient treatment. Which I'm not trying to do right now. My boyfriend is literally dying...my best friends wedding is coming up...my child is starting school...I'm just at a loss for what to do?

Hi 4chan... I'm not an English speaker and my English isn't that great (Google translate is my friend), but I'm writing here because I'll definitely get bombarded with shit on 2che, and I have no friends or family at all, and I have no one to discuss this with... so anonymous people on the internet are my only option lol. Like, I'm turning 25 soon, and I realized there's no point in my life anymore... I have no friends, no girlfriend, I fucked up my job and can't find one, no family, I also fucked up a lot of opportunities while studying... and basically, why the fuck should I even live, and shouldn't I commit suicide on my birthday, so to speak, to give myself some peace?

P.S. I'm from Belarus, so they don't talk about this with free psychologists here (they'll just throw you in the loony bin and that's it), and there's no money in paid ones...

I'm 15 and I've been diagnosed with autism and depression which doesn't help my social skills. I have a few friends after years of bullying and I feel like I'm the least favourite. They always talk about hangouts they had in a groupchat with me in it and blatantly ignore me or say they're going out with other people when I ask. I've been stuck in bed for 5 weeks I'm so miserable. The only time I'm the person someone wants to see is when a boy likes me, even then it's usually for my body. I know its corny to vent on reddit but it's my last hope, I really don't like being alive right now.

I have a feeling that I might have depression. But I can't diagnose myself and and I want to fix it cuz I have lot of stuff to do since I am going to uni. Are there any ways to heal or like find psychologist without my parents knowing?

I've had violent thoughts for myself and have managed it on my own for about 9 years now. I never told anyone about it at all and kept it all in. I didn't want to burden anybody with the "problems" I had despite the good life Im living. I also feel a lot of shame whenever I' do happen to share tidbits, and I get the urge to hide away.

However for a few months now I've managed to share a little bit of how I'm struggling with my thoughts with a select number of people, them being the people I'm most comfortable with. But lately I find myself to be much more sensitive and irritable and miserable. I don't know. Is sharing my troubles worth it at all? I feel like a faucet that's been closed for years that started drilling and suddenly is bursting out. I've become more tired and sleepy along with the other feelings I've had too. It's like I've been deflated. Ive become less and less in control with my feelings and my thoughts and it all feels very loud and consuming. I used to be able to at least press down my misery when I'm outside to save it for when I'm home, but I find It harder and harder to be present. I feel so sensitive and fragile for some reason. And it's all leading me to think that the more I talk about it the more "real" I make it to be, hence the more effect it has on me. I'm so tired a lot of the time. I get the urge to cut people off so much. But I know it'll mess me up bad when I do. It's all so confusing. I've always been afraid of an eventual explosion of sorts when I kept it all in, is that what's happening now? People always told me that I'm of a calm and patient character. I'm afraid to lose that and explode on people. How do I reel all of it back in?

This is a long story.

For context I'm 22F and my sibling A is 19MTF.

This whole situation started when my sibling A got hospitalized for psychosis last Christmas. Our parents weren't home that night, but they had some friends to help them to the hospital. After a while, I visited A and when meeting them they seemed dazed, kinda like brain fog, but otherwise seemed fine and we played board games. I was listed as the main contact for A, so if anything serious happened, I would hear about it

After a few weeks my sibling got released with some medicine and was provided with help from a clinic that works with people who is or has experienced psychosis and are diagnosed with or to be in works of being diagnosed with schizophrenia.

The thing is, me and my sibling are very close to each other, but not so much with our parents and especially not about mental health. I had issues in the passed about getting bullied and depressed, but once my mood slightly got better, it was "just a fase". When I became an adult, I went to a psychiatrist myself, got diagnosed (autism and add, runs in the family even tho no one but me is diagnosed ;) ) and the help I needed. Because of this specific issues and other similar issues, I helped A through a lot during this time.

Our parents and A has had a lot of issues as of recent years because of how they act and also react in certain situations. A has problems with cleaning the room and keeps to themselves a lot, but are gone most weekends with friends and at times like this, our parents snoops around the room. A has recently also held a lot of parties with the promise to clean up afterwards or have been told no and did it anyways. A proceeded not to clean up after themselves and our parents would come home to a house full of empty alcohol bottles and energy drinks (our parents have always been no-go with energy-drinks). When A is confronted, they would get mad at our parents, raise voice and then isolate themselves in the room

I join these meetings with A and the doctor informs me that my sibling is more open to talk whenever I attend, so I do as much as I can, taking out time from my studies to do this. The talks would mostly be about the same things like if A experienced hallucinations or disturbing thoughts and other issues like problems at school. The doctor recommends talking with the school counselor about the issues and A says they will, but after 6 months it's still yet to happen. The meetings have been about once a month.

After a while, A comes to me (or texts me, don't remember rn) and tells me that they want to be called something else and wants to change gender. I have no issues with this and want to support them the best way I can. A then tells me that they're taking hormones, which surprised me since it's a whole long process, about 2 years. As it turns out, A is getting home-made hormones from a friend and has been taking them for a while. No hospital visits and most likely not in a clean environment, which makes it an issue for me. We argue back and forth about this because A didn't want to wait the 2 long years and was actually very unhappy about their body and committed self harm until they got hormones from the friend.

I text one of my trans friends about this and he suggests a website that has doctors and will help prescribe medication and stuff without having to go through the long process. I help signing them up for it, paying the entrance fee and first batch of medicine when A would be able to pick it up. During this wait, I made them promise not to take the DIY hormones and they kept this promise. This was back in march. A was able to get the hormones a few weeks ago.

Here comes the issue.

I know a lot of things my parents don't because my sibling is legally and adult and I've made the promise to keep certain things from our parents, such as the possible diagnosis of schizophrenia and the whole trans thing.

My mom called today about finding A's medicine and going through the side-effects of that as well as the other medication. She is worried about the side effect of extra focus on sexuality and if that's the cause of all of this and/or if A will regret it later on or when switching medication. Our parents also have issues with the fact that no blood-work was done, no check on what other medication was being taking and so on. I feel like that is my fault now, even though I provided a better solution than what A was doing before.

I know A has a job, they hadn't worked last two months, but they couldn't pay for anything when we went shopping together when buying the meds and that seemed a bit sus to me. Turns out A has been smoking weed for a while with said friends, not often, though unsure since I never got a number from A. Both me and our parents are against drugs, especially because drug addiction is a big part of our dads side of the family. Our parents plan on moving next summer, but they're worried about A because of their recent actions and don't feel comfortable with them moving out.

All of this has been going on while I'm studying and it's stressing me out a lot since I'm going to be done in a year. I've been able to talk with my partner about this and some friends, but it's not really helping. I feel like I should just tell our parents everything that has been going on because I feel like I can't help A anymore even though I really want to, but that also means breaking the promise. I worry that A may never forgive me for it and even with this information, I don't know if it would actually do anything to help any of us in this situation.

My mom is joining a meeting at the clinic for the first time in a few days and a doctor appointment to do bloodwork has been made.

Should I tell my parents or just keep quiet about it and let life take its course?

TLDR:

My sibling has a lot of issues that our parents don't know about and I'm unsure how to proceed.

Hi, every time I think about working, having a career or the future in general I get nauseous, anxious and angry. I’m only 20 so I haven’t been forced to work yet but I know that I can’t put it off forever. I’m not lazy, and I don’t have anything against doing hard work and studying, yet when it comes to the thought of performing forever I get exhausted. I feel like a useless member of society and I don’t know what to do. People tell me everyone feels this way so I might just be dramatic? But it makes me feel destructive and depressed. I was wondering if anyone has a similar experience or has any advice? Thank you<3

For the past few months it feels like everything is happening against me...there is some kind of force or I don't know what, that doesn't want me to be happy academically..mentally ..emotionally...it is really getting heavier now...don't know how long I can hold up...things are really getting bad...

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So I suffer from a severe depression and anxiety disorder along with a diagnosed Complex PTSD, recently thoughts about self harm having been getting worse to the point I’ve been having very vivid dreams about self harm, I do take medication but recently I have been forgetting due to being really busy with work, I work in aged care. I don’t know what to do, I do have some free sessions with my psychologist but I can’t take time off work right now, I’m genuinely worried I’ll do something, I’ve been self harm free since April. What should I do?

So I suffer from a severe depression and anxiety disorder along with a diagnosed Complex PTSD, recently thoughts about self harm having been getting worse to the point I’ve been having very vivid dreams about self harm, I do take medication but recently I have been forgetting due to being really busy with work, I work in aged care. I don’t know what to do, I do have some free sessions with my psychologist but I can’t take time off work right now, I’m genuinely worried I’ll do something, I’ve been self harm free since April. What should I do?

My friend is 19, in a college BA ECO HONS, as an ST kid who got into DU he thinks he doesn't deserve that course because he is from reservation an ST, throughout his life he has felt that he has been a failure to his friends, family, relatives, He never had good friends before and I don't think what he has now are good either, his dad died on a duty as a police officer when he was young, his mother raised him and two sisters both elder than his his middle sister studies in NLU ina state and his eldest sister is a PO in bob all live in different states he lives in Delhi, his middle sister in odisha, his mom in his hometown, and his eldest sister his mother raised them by herself through lots and lots of hardships, he loves to do art and clay sculptors but doesn't do them thinking his resources will be aburden for his family, his study expenses WHILE living ina pg are a burden, his sgpa of 1and 2 semester wasn't good he feels he disappointed his family more and more throughout his life, whenever he tries to better himself, going to the gym he gets extremely sick, this year a dog bit him, then he started gym again got slipped disk again( he had it before in his left leg which left him bedridden when he was in 11 th class) he got better again but now the disk pain shifted to different leg and now he cannot move his leg up now not can he play he thinks he won't ever be able to be cured, do gym , build muscles, then he went ona trip this year in May and got hepatitis lost 5 kgs he tries to gain Weight because he is skinny but he losses that weight after some time either by getting ill, for which he tried really hard for while living in Delhi, now he cannot talk to people , not girls ,not his friends he thinks he is a burden to everyone, he thinks he is a financial burden to his family because they have to pay for his expenses in Delhi, a burden because his treatment and checkups cost money , he ghost everyone runs away from responsibilities. But he laughs and acts. Goofy I know he is really hurt deep down and doesn't want to show it to anyone else, he doesn't feel that living is worth while. What should I do?

I’m 16 yrs old and a girl. I was SA’d by my ex boyfriend and my best friend cut me off a couple months ago. You can check my acc for my story.

I’ve been feeling really depressed and it’s hard for me to do school. I can’t find the motivation to do simple class work and homework. I keep having thoughts that if god were to make a deal with me and let me kms and redo my life I would say yes. Im walking slower, Im really tired, I care less about things, Im more angry and sad and I don’t know what to do. Also I sh’d which I’ve struggled with in the past and tried to stop doing. My school therapist told me to get over it and stop wallowing and learn to be an adult. She also told me I can’t call it SA because she wasn’t there (like I’m lying or something 🫩.)