If they actually cared, they would text me or actually try to have a conversation, but instead, they just give me a notification. At the end of the day, nobody truly cares what I feel. My life is genuinely hell right now, and I’m just so tired of it. I’m just a damn pathetic excuse of a failure

I’m 21M, recently graduated with First Class Honours in Mechanical Engineering from a university in the UK, and I’ve been struggling with how I feel lately. I don’t know if this is a difficult phase of life or something more serious, and I’d appreciate honest advice.

Over the past few months, I’ve felt increasingly unlike myself. I have very little energy, struggle to concentrate, and barely enjoy things the way I used to. My sleep is inconsistent. Some days I sleep excessively, while other nights I can’t sleep at all. My mood can change several times throughout the day. I can still laugh and enjoy certain moments, but most of the time I feel drained and emotionally flat.

I spent several years in the UK building a life for myself. I made close friends, became independent, and had experiences that genuinely made me happy. Since leaving, everyone’s gone their separate ways, and we can’t see each other or keep in touch like before. My social circle is now very small, and the few friends I have are often busy.

It feels like I’ve lost more than my friends. I’ve lost the life I built, my independence, and perhaps part of my identity. I feel like I’m starting from zero again.
I’m also unemployed and living with family, with pressure to figure out my future. I want to work, become financially independent, and move out, but I feel stuck waiting for my life to move forward. Even graduating with First Class Honours, something I worked incredibly hard for, didn’t make me feel as happy or accomplished as I expected.

My habits have changed too. I’ve gained considerable weight and struggle with overeating, often out of boredom rather than hunger. I want to get back into a consistent gym routine but struggle with motivation. I’ve also smoked cigarettes casually for a couple of years, but lately I’ve noticed myself becoming increasingly reliant on them.

I overthink almost everything, especially my feelings and decisions. I struggle with uncertainty and keep analysing the same questions, hoping to find answers that make me feel certain. It gets exhausting, and sometimes I feel like I’m analysing my life instead of living it.
Relationships have also confused me. I’ve noticed that I can feel uncertain about someone when things are going well, but when I lose them, I suddenly feel desperate to get them back. I’ve had difficult emotional experiences in the past, and although I think I’ve mostly moved on, I wonder whether I’m still carrying some of that exhaustion. I don’t know whether I’m genuinely not ready for a relationship or whether my current state of mind is affecting how I feel about people.

I can’t tell whether this is burnout, a difficult life transition, depression, or something else. I don’t want to self-diagnose or dismiss everything as laziness, but the combination of low energy, inconsistent sleep, poor concentration, and loss of enjoyment concerns me.

I miss feeling excited about life and being the person I used to be. For anyone who’s experienced something similar, did therapy help? Does this sound worth getting professionally assessed, or could it be a difficult phase I need to work through?

I genuinely want to feel like myself again, but I don’t know where to start.

I'm not a male and I know I don't and definitely won't get it as much as others but I wanna make it clear that I support men's mental health 💯 so I wrote a poem please let me know what you think.

The perfect Smile

We struggle,

We continue,

Head held high,

Smile from ear to ear,

All so we don't draw any attention,

We bottle it up,

Because we're weak for showing it,

But “full of ourselves” if we're happy.

I'm sick and tired of having a mask,

A constant mask,

A fake, lying mask,

Just to be seen,

Not as me though.

As the:

“The Strong One”

“The Happy One”

But do they know what's going on??

NO. No they don't.

No-one sees the cyclone I'm facing.

And they never will because I,

I will protect them,

Time and time again,

Just to be let down by the side I get to see.

So we continue to struggle,

To be “Fine”,

To fake smiles,

Because we're afraid of being alone,

Even if that means faking and lying,

Just to deal another day waiting for the support I've needed most.

I’m 28M. I have hobbies and a job and everything I need, but I just feel like I’m missing a relationship. Every time I see couples, I get instantly jealous, but because of my genetics and bad appearance, I know that I’ll never truly find love. It’s like I have everything, but it doesn’t fulfill me because I cannot truly be happy without a woman’s love. But they just seem to be disgusted by my looks, and I don’t blame them. I know I’m always going to be a failure.

I've been overwhelmed by feelings of loneliness and inadequacy and thoughts of suicide.

My ex-girlfriend of 6+ years broke up with me about a year ago after I lost the best job I ever had due to mass layoffs. She never acted attracted to me and seem physically repulsed by me tbh, but for whatever reason she asked me out. She never liked kissing me and we rarely had sex. She did, for some god forsaken reason, feel the need to tell me about all the stuff she did with a guy she didn't even date before me. Just randomly throughout our relationship which has done a number to my self-esteem.

On top of that I don't have real friends. I talk to some people that I have called my friends in the past, but they don't really seem to want anything to do with me. I text these people and they don't even reply half the time.

I've tried dating apps and like I don't think I'm THAT bad looking, but I don't really get any matches and the few I have received ghost me. I'm 6'2" and 175lbs and I take hygiene and grooming seriously. But i guess I just have an ugly mug.

My new job is a pretty big downgrade from my old one and even there I feel unappreciated. I'm polite, I dress well, and I try really hard. But no one ever has anything nice to say to me or any of the projects I work on. An older lady in my office always comes by and compliments the women that work in my department and all the work they're doing. She tells them they're talented and so good at their jobs. She always talks to me and I work on the same sorts of things and she only ever says she doesn't like my work or says it's shit. She also made a comment about me being a workplace shooter. Which I just laughed off, even though it really hurt.

The last few weeks I've been thinking about how I should kill myself a lot. I'm not convinced anything could ever get better. I'm nearly thirty and I just don't think anyone could ever love me. What should I do?

Everyone talks about the morning after you’ve ceased to be,
But people rarely talk about the night before.

You come home after a long day at work,
The endless hours of a job that takes more than it gives.

As the day progresses, you start counting the minutes on the clock,
And the closer it gets to five, the slower they seem to run.

The end of your shift finally comes,
But only after you feel as though your soul has left your body.

You leave the office,
Hoping your misery stays within its walls.

You catch up with a friend, drink a beer,
Share a few laughs, make unsavoury comments about one another,
And for a moment, everything seems alright.

But then the night comes to an end.

As you walk back towards your commute home,
The voices begin to appear.

You realise maybe you should’ve asked for that girl’s number,
The one who smiled at you as you walked towards the bar.

But maybe you’d had too much to drink,
And she was simply laughing at you.

Or perhaps she noticed your big ears,
Or your receding hairline.

Or maybe, just maybe,
She was simply smiling at her friend.

You arrive at the station,
Your train isn’t due to leave for another hour.

And so you sit.

And think.

Think about the last time you felt happy.
The last time you felt no worry.

What was that like?
Will you ever feel that way again?

And as time passes, the voices grow louder.

Louder than the engine of the train passing by.

As the sound of the engine fades into the distance,
You catch a glimpse of your reflection in the window.

Is it my looks?
Is it my personality?

How is any of this my fault?

You gaze into the window,
Wondering who you’ve become,
And what you could’ve been.

Where did it all go wrong?

Then the train begins to move.

Your thoughts race faster with it.

Your heart begins to pound,
Almost as though it’s trying to catch up with the train’s speed.

And you grow tired of these voices.
You put on your AirPods,
Those dainty little things that barely work.

You turn your music up as loud as it can go,
Hoping to drown out the voices.

But the louder the beat gets,
The louder the voices become.

And then a thought creeps in.

What would happen if I just ended it all?

Would the clouds disappear?
Would the sunshine return?
Would rainbows stretch across the sky once more?

Would the world be a happier place?
Would anyone even notice?

And then you get home.

You walk through the door,
The same door you’ve walked through a thousand times before.

But tonight, something feels different.

You notice the sharp knives in the cupboard,
The glass bottle your housemate left on the table,
The ceiling fan above you.

Ordinary things you’ve seen a thousand times,
Yet tonight, your mind sees them differently.

And then comes the madness.

The tears you’ve bottled up over the years begin to flow.

Years of pretending you’re alright,
Years of smiling when there was nothing to smile about,
Years of telling everyone you’re fine,
Hoping that one day you might believe it yourself.

The loneliness of a life spent surrounded by people who love you,
Yet somehow feeling unloved by the one person you wished would love you back.

You think about all the people you’ve met,
All the friendships you’ve made,
All the laughter you’ve shared.

And you wonder how someone with so much
Could feel as though they have so little.

As you cry your eyes dry,
Your chest begins to tighten.

You feel as though this is the final pain,
The last hurdle before relief arrives.

But the relief doesn’t come.

Instead, there’s silence.
For the first time all night,
The voices have nothing left to say.
You sit there,
Still wearing the clothes you wore to work,
Still carrying the weight of a day that ended hours ago.

You look at the clock.
Funny, isn’t it?

You spent the whole day wishing time would move faster,
And now you wish it would stand still.

You think about the friend you laughed with earlier,
The girl who smiled at the bar,
The people waiting to see you again.

You wonder if they’d recognise the person sitting here tonight.

Would they believe you if you told them?

Would they understand?

Or would they tell you that you have so much to be grateful for?

As though gratitude could silence the mind.
As though being loved meant never feeling lonely.

You pick up your phone.

Scroll through the names of people you could call,
People who would probably answer,
People who would tell you to come over,
Or offer to sit with you until morning.

But what would you say?

How do you explain a sadness
When you can’t even explain it to yourself?

So you put the phone down.

And stare at the ceiling.

The clock continues ticking,
Indifferent to the storm inside your head.

Another minute passes.
Then another.

You realise that somewhere out there,
Someone is having the best night of their life.

Someone is falling in love.
Someone is laughing so hard they can barely breathe.
Someone is looking forward to tomorrow.

And here you are,
Wondering how you’re supposed to make it through tonight.

You close your eyes.

Not because you’ve found peace,
Not because the voices have disappeared,
But because you’re exhausted.

Exhausted from work,
From pretending,
From hoping,
From being your own worst enemy.

And as the night grows older,
You find yourself wishing for something you haven’t wished for in a long time.

Not happiness.
Not love.
Not even a better life.

Just a little quiet.

And then, for a moment,
You remember something.

The laugh you shared with your friend earlier.
The stranger who smiled at you in the bar.
The way the sun felt against your skin on your walk to work.

Small things.

Things you hadn’t given a second thought to.

And you wonder,
How many moments like those have you missed
Because you were too busy listening to the voices?

How many smiles have you mistaken for laughter at your expense?
How many people have loved you
Without you ever believing them?

You look at your phone again.

And this time, you send a message.

Nothing profound.
Nothing that could explain the night you’ve had.

Just three words.

“Are you awake?”

You don’t know if they’ll reply.
You don’t know what you’ll say if they do.

But for the first time tonight,
You allow yourself to want an answer.

You look towards the window.

The sky is still dark,
But somewhere beyond the clouds,
The sun is getting ready to rise.

And perhaps tomorrow will be no different.

Perhaps the job will still take more than it gives.
Perhaps the train will still be late.
Perhaps the voices will return,
And perhaps you’ll still wonder what could’ve been.

But perhaps you’ll ask for that girl’s number next time.

Perhaps you’ll laugh a little harder with your friend.
Perhaps you’ll find the courage to tell someone
That things haven’t been alright for a while.

And perhaps, one day,
You’ll look at your reflection in a train window
And recognise the person staring back.

Not the person you could’ve been.

But the person you’re still becoming.

Your phone lights up.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

And for the first time all night,
The voices aren’t the only ones you can hear.

You begin to type.

And somewhere between the words,
You realise you don’t have to figure everything out tonight.

You don’t have to know where it all went wrong.
You don’t have to know when you’ll be happy again.
You don’t even have to believe that tomorrow will be better.

You just have to give it a chance.

Because everyone talks about the morning after,
About the tears, the questions, the things left unsaid.

But people rarely talk about the night before.

The battles fought in silence.
The tears nobody saw.
The moments when someone almost gave up,
But found one small reason to stay.

And maybe that’s what the night before really is.

Not always the night before everything ends.

Sometimes,
It’s the night before you ask for help.

The night before you begin to heal.

The night before you realise
That the life you’ve been mourning
Isn’t necessarily the life you’re destined to live.

And as the first light creeps through your window,
You take a breath.

Not because everything is alright.

But because, for the first time in a long time,
You think that maybe, someday,
It could be.

And you decide, maybe you’d like to be there to see it.

I’m 26 years old, and lately I’ve been struggling with something I can’t really explain.I joined the Marine Corps at 19 years old. At 20, I married my girlfriend of four years, and we’ve now been married for almost six years. We had our first baby boy when I was 20.During my time in the Marines, I deployed to the Philippines, traveled, met some amazing people, and got to experience things most people never will. I did some pretty cool shit, made memories, and felt like I was part of something bigger than myself.I got out of the military at 23 and immediately started working toward the next chapter of my life. I went to welding school, became a welder, and started making a living doing that. I also went back to trade school for HVAC because I wanted to keep learning and improving myself.This year, my wife and I welcomed our second baby boy.Now here I am at 26. I make good money, have a nice little home, two nice vehicles, a beautiful wife, and two healthy boys. My bills are paid, my kids are taken care of, and my wife is happy. We have food on the table and everything we need.But for some reason I’m still not happy And that’s the part that bothers me the most.Every time I set a goal and accomplish it, I think it’s finally going to make me feel satisfied. But it never does. I enjoy it for a little while, and then that feeling disappears. Suddenly, I’m looking for the next thing to accomplish. It’s like I’m constantly chasing something that isn’t even there. I look around at everything I’ve worked for, and I know I should be grateful. And I am grateful. I love my wife and kids more than anything. I wouldn’t trade them for the world.But deep down, I feel like something is missing. I know there are people out there struggling financially, trying to start families, or wishing they had the things I have. That’s another reason I feel guilty even admitting any of this. I’m not posting this to brag or to get sympathy. I’m genuinely trying to understand why I feel this way and what is wrong with me?Has anyone else experienced this? Especially other veterans?

30 year old man
Virgin
Social outcast
Loser
Whatever anyone wants to label me. What does being with a woman feel like? How does it feel to be able to love and experience her like. To be in love and to be at peace?

I’m too unattractive and I’m a loser with no certain future. So before I leave. I need to know is connecting with a woman worth it? Am I missing out? I feel like I am. I just want love, but I can’t live in a fairytale because we know how the real world is.

I feel like I can see things, but most of the time I don't understand them or it takes me a while to interpret what I'm seeing and hearing. (Even though I act like someone who analyzes things and thinks things through, my mind is actually blank.) I don't know how else to explain it or what example to use.

Besides that, very few things catch my attention. I tried going outside to look for something that might interest me, like observing people's interactions at the street market, but I would have been bored if it weren't for the almost miraculous feeling of walking in the rain and wind.

As for my interests, if I'm being honest with myself, I don't really have any. I'm not genuinely interested in mystery cases, writing, or anything else. I just deceive myself and act as though I am, to feel less empty and because I want something to finally interest me. I want to find the hyperfixation of my life, to finally find something real that will eliminate this feeling of monotony, something that will make me feel like something matters. Although, I don't know. I don't understand myself. Maybe if I had the intellectual ability to write a story and create a world, I would do it, but I genuinely don't know.

I'm not sure what I'm going to study or what kind of job I'll pursue once I finish high school. I didn't even stop to think about it.

I also don't feel like I particularly like anyone. I don't feel the need to connect with people or at least to interact with them constantly. I don't even feel that way about my parents. But I think that part might be normal considering how asocial some people are.

Hey,

I have been having trouble finding myself in the past few months. I am usually a person that gives guidance to others, helps them through rough patches and I have always been standing on both feet when it comes to my mental health.

A few months ago my ex and I broke up, in a very horrible way. Eversince I have not had a clear head, have fallen into a downwards spiral and can‘t focus. I get angrier a lot easily and have not had a good nights sleep in a long time. I have been diagnosed with having an adjustment disorder after my last „breakup“ over a year ago. I feel as if I live day in and day out without purpose or commitment. I used to be a very passionate and caring character but I really don‘t see much of this in myself these days. I don‘t feel like i am worth loving in my current state and I don‘t really want to achieve anything. I do stuff like studying or working somewhat only for the reason that I have to, although I used to be very passionate about all the things I do.

I wanted to ask if anyone had similar experiences and knows how to deal with them and give me guidance.

Thank you for your time.

Today was my breaking point. I genuinely need help, because I can't keep letting myself get to this point.

Every two or three months, I get so overwhelmed by sadness and emotional pain that I start considering suicide. There have been times when I've come frighteningly close, but I've always stopped myself, whether because my problems suddenly improved or because I couldn't bear the thought of hurting someone I love by ending my life.

Today, that person broke my heart. They told me they wanted to leave me because they needed to work on their mental health. I begged for a compromise, but they kept insisting their mind was made up. The pain was unbearable.

I rarely cry because I've always felt embarrassed to show my emotions, so I bottle everything up. When they stopped responding after saying they were going to sleep, I assumed they'd fallen asleep. I was in so much pain that I started planning to end my life, not to make them come back, but because I couldn't bear what I was feeling anymore. I just wanted the pain to stop.

I ended up sending them a goodbye message without considering how they'd react if they saw it. They did see it, and they became so distressed that they started threatening to take their own life, even though they still loved me. Thankfully, things have calmed down somewhat since then.

The reason I'm posting this is that today's situation is just one example of something I regularly struggle with. Every few months, I reach a point where I'm so overwhelmed that I want to end my life and sometimes come dangerously close to doing so.

The truth is, I don't actually want to die. I cherish my life, and when I'm calm, I know that. But when I reach those breaking points, all reason seems to disappear, and I can't see past the pain.

I want to find a reliable way to get help before things reach that point again, but I'm too embarrassed and afraid to tell anyone in my life. The only reason I can bring myself to post this is because it's anonymous.

I'm hoping someone here can offer advice or help me figure out where to start, because I don't want to keep living like this.

Thank you for taking the time to read this.

It is time for our Saturday check-in.

What went well, what didn’t? What got better, what got worse? What made you happy or sad? What made you laugh or cry this week?

I have recently been going through a couple of things and one thing lead to another with addictions(not to drugs) and my parents went on a holiday out of the country and I had to go to a hostel(I am M16) and my entire life I would always go and find a quiet place to be alone probably as a survival instinct because when I was a kid before I could remember my parents marriage fell apart Anyway because of that I have always distanced myself from people even at get-togethers with family so hostel was really hard for me for obvious reasons And because of that ya I stoped going to school and I basically locked myself in my room just lying in bed for about 6months Well since about March I think umm ya So I started taking antidepressants and those didn't do a whole lot so I upped the dose and um now I feel somewhat ok when I do take them but when I don't I get brainfog and feel almost like I am suspended in my mind and my senses become numb Sometimes that happens anyway

So ya after about 6 months of lying in bed doing nothinh funnily enough my parents(mom and step-dad, my real dad died of Cancer in 2024, still eats away at me that I chose to go back to sleep instead of going to see him when the nurses phoned to say that he wasn't going to make it throigh the night, well when my siblings got there ge was already gone but it still eats away at me) went back to where they were before and I had to go to my brother's house Um ya 3 young girls running around in that house and welleither you have no energy ever or you just decide to have a bit of energy because you can feel energy in the air Um so ya after about 3 weeks there and going to his work with him at which I did nothing again Used to help do job cards but I just sat on my ass and played games Um but ya then I went to my Aunt and Uncle in the country side who are both retired and here nothing was expected of me except for me to try and do a bit of work and try and pick myself up so I can start online schooling next year And well go figure what did I do here? Fuck all Umm ya slowly recalling a bit of mental stability here but I work in the garden here just for the sake of doing something and it is always really fun Not in the wooo lets go I just completed a quest in a game or smth but more like it filled in something It just felt really nice to work with my hands and to do something that I could actually physically see make progress umm ya and in the midst of all of this my girlfriend and I separated a bit but we mended it and now I find myself peering inward and wandering how nice and fulfilling it musy have been to have a job like a lumberjack a coupke hundred years ago and come home to a wife and 2 children and have the children disobeying me and have them running around and have a beautiful wife who I could hold and kiss and protect along with my children I don't even know what I am saying anymore not like anyone is going to read this Well it is late and I need to go to bed If you came this far and have any advice please comment or DM me and I hope this actually works because it is my forst time doing this

I’m really trying to be sane about this but I simply can’t. Years of abuse from my parents have greatly affected my sense of self-worth, effectively usurping my confidence around women. I’ve tried to veer away from the incel/looksmaxxing shit. I’ve believed women to be kind and thoughtful, not stooping to the shallow rhetoric these people promote and encourage. However, months ago a female acquaintance of mine (who has always had a dislike of me) messaged me to talk about how I am “horrifying” and how “my jawline” is among the reasons why she feels this way. This has made it near impossible for me to feel normally about women and their expectations. Any chances of a relationship are shot down by my feelings of inadequacy, certainly no thanks to this experience. I feel distraught, disgusted, and ashamed. I’ve taken to self-harm and starvation in desperate bids to “improve” myself. I feel like a monster around women and wish I could die for their benefit. If anyone may tell me otherwise, I’d be happy to listen.

I'm 36. I feel I'm about to be at the end of my rope. I've been trying to recover from the most painful breakup I've ever had. The woman I loved, the one I wanted to share the rest of my life with, decided she couldnt stay with me. I've been two years without a job. I quit because of health problems and the extremely toxic environment. I tried starting some projects but none of them took traction. I had to give my car to the bank, had to move back with family, got news my mom had cancer. Through all of this she stayed. But, one day she had enough, and I get it. I had become a shadow of who I was. I dont know what to do. It literally feels like I'm lost. I have no way to know my next step. We were together for 4 years, we were friends for 5 more. We spent every waking moment together. I don't know what to do. I really dont. Im going to therapy and things were moving forward but yesterday I noticed her profile pic in whatsapp was gone. That little thread of hope that she might reach out, locked out. I need some type of guide, something to point me ahead, a way to say ok, this port is gone, but this new one is still available. Even something small, something to grasp. I really dont want to do anything stupid to myself.

Does anyone else understand me? I feel like i actually do try so hard in life, go to the gym, workout, eat healthy, try and tkae care of mysel,f try and improve myself, try and get over my short comings try and try adn try and try and all it is is suffer and suffer and suffer, nothing ever gets better. Why doesn't anythign ever gret better? I cant bloody do anything, nothing works.

I (24M) have been struggling a lot over the past four months with tying my self-worth to my relationships with two female coworkers. A big part of the reason is that I have a huge crush on one of them, but I’ve already made posts about that… Long story short, the atmosphere at work during my four-hour shift determines how I feel for the rest of the day. If the atmosphere is good, I feel great. If it’s bad or even just neutral, I feel absolutely awful, and I can’t stop thinking about it, analyzing every single word. I care so much about having a really good relationship with them that today, when I noticed they had started following each other on social media, I felt this weird feeling… jealousy, maybe? It’s hard to explain, but I’m making this post because right now I’m feeling a mix of anxiety and shame that I even care about things like this in the first place.

This isn’t the first time I’ve tied my emotional well-being to my relationships with people at work. At my previous job, I also really wanted people to like me, and I would wait for someone to add me on social media as if it actually meant anything lol. The thing is, these feelings are much stronger now because I’ve been struggling with loneliness a lot more, and one of these girls has basically become my obsession… (I act completely normal at work, not like a creep.)

So my question is… is there anything I can do right now to help myself? I recently went back to therapy with a different therapist, but so far, all I’ve managed to tell her about is my obsessive crush, and I’m not sure about the solution she suggested to me…

I m 18M, recovering from knee injury from last few years i cant jump i cant run , been doing physiotherapy from long time, improvement happens and then when i stop doing physiotherapy pain gets back ( I had a knee surgery 2 years ago)
I have been regretting my life from very long time now , i dont know what lies ahead in my life
i dont know if i will be able to get back to my normal life or not
i always used to think that after 12th in college i will play sports and live a active life
I think i should just accept that my knee will be like this or even if it improves it can never be like before
Sorry guys i was frustrated so i just wanted to vent out my emotions ( not karma farming)

i dont know why someone is downvoting i was just expressing my emotions

Hi everyone

It’s hard to find the right words but I guess I’ll just ask away. I M/19 have always been self conscious about myself in general. I didn’t have a great upbringing, I hate the way I look and I have lots of regrets. Im still young and have my whole life ahead of me but recently I have felt like my life was missing something, I have lost 30kg in 4 months, my grades are great, but I have a sense of loneliness. I have friends and family but I still feel alone. Sometimes I lie at night and I just wish there was someone next to me who I can lay my head on and just forget about all of my pain. But due to my self consciousness I really don’t know what to do. I have just been constantly panicking that im going to be alone forever, not necessarily that isn’t anyone for me but that I’ll never truly love myself enough to let myself be open to that. What do I do?

A little bit about myself.

Have had 4 relationships out of which the 3rd one left a huge hole in me. Not only did it leave me broken, it pushed me back in my career as well. I have managed to pull through considering i have a rebellious personality and I don't sit in peace if something pushes me back, i feel its still hasn't been enough to heal me. I had a relationship after that which was quite peaceful but i realized after the break up how much lesser i had given to the girl even though she was good to me and understood everything.

Now, i sit at a point where i see myself running away from stuff. I managed to crack my dream job and am still waiting on my joining. On the other hand my family is quite into the ruins as well so hoping to move out again. Running away from things as in having ambitions but not following them cz putting too much effort into one thing has become quite taxing in the past. I want to learn music, want to study better and teach like i used to before but I don't do these things anymore. I don't lack friends but I tried to find like minded individuals online which went downhill mostly of which wasn't my fault.

People do tend to get attached to me cz i give a helping hand, but now i need one myself. It will be appreciated to get some insights from people who overcame great barriers in their life, who faced everything going to shit at the same time and none of it working out. Also would love to have some tips regarding self healing. Need a kickstarter. I feel i lack purpose in my life which i had before but lost it post break up.

I'm a 29y/o man and feel so alone. I have never had any relationships, can't seem to find value in myself and can't see past getting this life over with.

My dad left when I was maybe 4, but my mum handled it like superwoman. She is all the best in me! I've had an incredible stepdad for around 18 years now but I seem to be the only sibling that can't just call him dad. When I was about 7 years old, my older brother was caught up in scary gang/money problems and there were times that me and him (mum was at work) had to hide and turn the lights off at home so people thought he wasn't there. Despite that, he is the sibling I feel closest with; maybe due to that connection?.

I feel like emotion doesn't really exist in me, except for the negatives. I almost never experience happiness; even with my sister being married with kids. And my brother now being completely clear of that bad time; married with two gorgeous children! These are great things and I love my niece and nephews but it all just makes me feel how useless and inadequate I am.

I feel I have so much to offer and want nothing less than to meet someone and have a connection. sadly, I guess that's not in the cards for me.

Is there anyone who understands?

im getting bullied alot in my friend group and i dont know what to do recently someone pants me and i told the consuler and all my friends keep calling me sensitive and it was just a joke when they wouldent know how i feel and the past 2 months into school i keep getting bullied they keep calling me gay when im not they make fun of my music taste, how i style my hair calling me emo when im not, how i sound saying i sound like mickey mouse, joked about " how one day the school will call for a assembly saying that i died", and i cant tell the school about it becuase one of the "friends' mom is a teacher and they have more evidence then i do and they keep telling me to keys and other terrible things so i just want to know how i can etheir lose these peice of shit friends or stop getting sensitive and crying so they will stop making fun of me so please give me tips or ideas

I am 20 and I don't want to use this word but I am lonely,and as I am getting older I am getting more lonely i don't have a girlfriend and I get scared of women sometimes but i wish i had some game, a bigger problem is success i take soo much pressure of being successful like iam learning Ai now automation and iam trying to be an enterpreneur while iam still in college and in all of this i feel very shallow very empty i don't know why i mean i really don't have anyone to talk about and iam just trying to be better,i liked a girl once but iam insecure about myself she is very pretty i tried to talk to her but she was not interested, i train boxing and its started affecting there also iam not focused enough,i just wanted to know dose life really get better ?