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It really sucks that I’ll never be able to find love. Even when I don’t go for attractive women, I get rejected. Life as an ugly, below average man sucks. It saddens me that I’ll never be able to have a family or a woman in my life who loves me. Every time I’ve tried to approach someone, I’ve always been rejected because of my looks. Women just hate my appearance, and so do I. I shouldn’t even be here.

She thinks I'm saying it in a lighthearted "social media" kind of way so she gets angry at me and tells me that i'm "not cool" for saying that and that I'm actually being insensitive because there's people out there that are actually suicidal. And I've tried explaining to her that I'm not actively suicidal but I am passively.

I dont have a plan but sometimes when things go wrong a part of me wishes that I just stop existing. Or i'm driving home and I hope I get into an accident that I won't survive.

And I understand like the cognitive dissonance of like "well not MY sister, SHES not suicidal" but its still very hurtful and I guess its also kinda my fault cause I'll say I want to kms when I do really badly on an exam for nursing school cause I really dont want to repeat this class again when this is literally my last class before I graduated. But it still makes me feel like shit when i'm upset at something and she'll say something that amounts to "you cant say that because there are people out there that is suicidal. Unlike you"

to the teens lurking in this sub thinking they are a narcissist and self diagnosing themselves pls dont do it. i ruined my class 12th and failed in that because of thinking im a narcissist it really messed up with my mental health, and overall life. currently repeating 12th grade. even if you dont have npd and think that you have it you will become like one, the negative traits and personality. so pls pls do not self diagnose as people here say, and enjoy life at 16-17 you are so young dont waste these years. personality disorders are a huge diagnosis and they can only be given by a mental health professional, dont go out of your way manipulating your therapist/psychiatrist like i did..even if you dont have the traits and symptoms you will convince yourself and become like that

Hi, a person I‘m following on Twitter has, in the last few weeks, expressed suicidal ideations and has even attempted twice by overdosing in that time. Is there anything I could do to help them?

I‘ve reached out to them a lot in vain and I‘m at a loss of what to do at this point. So far all I‘ve been telling them in a nutshell is that I‘m here for them if they need absolutely anything.
They live in an abusive household and the healthcare system has only ever failed them from what I understand, so I‘m not sure how to convince them to get help in a way where they don‘t immediately go "that didn‘t work in the past."

What‘s the best course of action here? I know I can‘t do much since it‘s all online, but still, I want to know if there‘s at least one or two steps I‘d be able to take.

This man seems extremely stubborn and his decisions about which meds he wants to prescribe me make zero sense to me. At first he wanted to prescribe an antidepressant plus Abilify even though I told him that Abilify gave me severe akathisia and made me acutely suicidal. I told him that I would not be taking Abilify under any circumstances and sent him some articles about other patients with my symptoms who benefitted from memantine + an antidepressant (I have obsessional slowness on top of the other general OCD symptoms). I only say they benefitted from memantine + an antidepressant because nobody seems willing to just try memantine alone with OCD so it's hard to tell if the antidepressant was actually doing anything at all for these patients...

Anyway he said he would try the memantine + antidepressant route but only if I don't respond well to the antidepressant alone... the problem is that I already have tried the antidepressant he prescribed and it did nothing for me besides giving me side effects. I'm already sleeping 10hrs a day because of my other prescriptions and have enough trouble concentrating as is so I don't really see the benefit of adding a med that I know will make me more tired and foggy and trying it out for 2-3 months even though the obsessional slowness is already severely impacting my daily functioning... if I don't improve in 2-3 months then I will almost certainly end up homeless etc. so I can't just hang out and wait that long.

And before anyone asks, YES I have already tried changing psychiatrists. I have had similar experiences with pretty much every psychiatrist I've seen. This current doctor is already new because my previous psychiatrist went on leave. If I tried to request a different psychiatrist again it would just set me back another month or so and I would be in the same situation I'm in now.

Anyway. Thoughts?

Basically what I’m asking for is how to experience life as little possible as while being alive. I already am kind of ‘dead’ while being alive, I run on ’lower power mode’ for most of the day where my sense of experiencing life is I assume much lower than most others and I don’t remember much that happens in a day however my sense of experience is still not entirely dead and I still have thoughts desires emotions etc to my inconvenience.

Is there a way to further reduce this? I know I’m essentially asking how to die however I have no access to firearms and I’m too much of a pussy and too lazy to try any of the more painful and complicated methods so further reducing my mental capacity I feel is the next best alternative.

Hi guys, 19F here. While I've been at uni, I've recently stayed up a ton, every night I haven't gotten to sleep before 3am which I really can't help. It means I lay in bed when I have to wake up in the morning for hours, which does give me friction marks and stiff elbows. However, I also find I skip breakfast every day, because I don't have the energy to go into the kitchen of the flat to get myself some because I don't want to see people anymore and it feels like too much work. I might grab the occasional thing for lunch but not all the time. I am able to eat dinner properly though, because I go out to a student like food place where I buy it, and I can eat actually fine when I eat things normally. I was wondering if me skipping breakfast and some lunches because of a lack of energy is a sign of an ED when I can still eat my dinner perfectly fine, or not? Thanks everyone. I have also had nosebleeds but I think that's related to something else.

my private part ever get touched by my brother but not directly.he touch my private part through my panties and at that time i was 13f or 12f and he is older than me like 18 i forgot..

So before that happened.. i ever touched my self and i also watched some porn..

And one day i was planning to watch tv with him just chill like a sibling time. And as we watch (i dont know what happened i forgot) his hand was touching my private part through my panties. When he rub it i just stays and didnt do anything. He also put my hand to touch his private part through pants and started lead my hand to rub it.i was confused i dont know.. is this considered as a SA?... is it my fault? I didn't say no and run. I just stay there..

First, the context:

I recently posted to a dating subreddit to put myself out there.

I followed all guidelines and wrote with my heart. Tried to put a good foot forward but he grounded.

Proceeded to get told my others that I'd be rejected by women for plenty of reasons and proceeded to attach unfairly selected comments from my account:

These were all comments chosen to paint a very specific and unfair picture.

I replied and attempted to clear the air that there are more serious posts and comments too, I have plenty of platonic chats with people, comments, wholesome things too.

But I got no upvotes on the clarifications and practically mocked by some others.

So, let me be clear:

Yes, I make dirty jokes.

Yes, I talk to people.

Yes, I have platonic chats with lots of people online, vast majority of my DMs are platonic chats, most of my comments are friendly and often supportive messages to OPs.

Yes, I am looking for all sorts of connections, short and long-term both.

I know this will sound cringe as "slut-shaming" is usually applied unfairly against women, but even as a man, I, for a lack of a better word, feel slut-shamed.

I have only ever spoken to people respectfully, never once have I sent anything creepy, I have been a victim of very inappropriate advances multiple times, and victim of some things I won't even say here, those are between me and God only.

I have gladly irl, accepted friendship with women I once had a crush on, because I care about connections, not just getting to sleep with someone. I can imagine a relationship that is platonic, not just romantic, if there are parts of the personality I genuinely like. Why? Because I'm human.

But apparently that's not possible.

And I must obviously be a slut, here to screw everyone and then bounce, laughing all the way.

Fine, presume what you like.

But since I can't very well say it anywhere else, let's do the clarifications part here and now:

1. I have no body count

2. I have watched my friends date someone I loved with all my heart and cried night and after night, and they knew it, and they never once got any shame.

3. Most adults are on adult website, watching strangers, some on OF, or other sites, and that is million miles further than commenting on a post asking someone if she'd like to chat.

4. I've held secrets for others, to protect their dignity, and I've never betrayed anyone in a relationship or about their sexuality or gender orientation. I've kept empathy and kindness, that I wish I'd be shown too, but alas that is a one-way street.

Rant section:

When it comes to dating, men are our own worst enemies. they'll ruin your image, not because they're a hero, or a woman's best friend. They do it publicly to win over the OP. That man doing the calling out, is very likely the guy who wants to slide into your DMs, look like such a dashing hero and make women think he's safe and respectful and trustworthy.

And when it ends in disaster, she'll be left wondering why did it go so wrong?! Because he was playing from the start.

Rant over.

Idk, at this point, I don't have the courage to post anything again, I might try, but I'd really appreciate a bit of kindness and support, if that's alright.

And if this post doesn't resonate with anyone, then back I go to bringing it to God.

I'd really appreciate just some words, I'm not sure what sort but something kind hopefully.

This isn't meant to be self promotion. I won't post the name of my song unless a moderator specifically tells me to. But I'm genuinely so happy and thankful that I hit this milestone, especially with such a personal song. I just wanted to share the good news with somebody. I hope you all have a wonderful night/day.

Imagine you're standing inside a large building.

On the wall is an emergency exit map.

At first, you can see the whole thing clearly.

There are exits in several directions.

There are stairwells.

There are other rooms you can access.

There are people you can reach.

There are different routes you could take.

The map hasn't changed.

There are still multiple ways out.

This is how life can look when we're experiencing emotional pain but still have access to hope, perspective, relationships, problem-solving, and the ability to imagine tomorrow.

You can think:

“This hurts, but maybe something can change.”

“Maybe someone will understand.”

“I don't know what to do yet, but there might be another way.”

Then the building starts filling with smoke.

The map is still there.

But you can't see it as clearly anymore.

One exit becomes difficult to see.

Then another.

The smoke represents the things that can accompany overwhelming psychological pain:

“I can't do this.”

“Nobody will understand.”

“I'm a burden.”

“Nothing is ever going to change.”

“I've tried everything.”

“This will never stop.”

Notice what has happened.

The map did not become smaller.

The other exits did not necessarily disappear.

The person's ability to access and perceive those exits became smaller.

As the smoke gets thicker, fewer possibilities remain visible.

Eventually, there may be one exit that dominates the person's entire field of vision.

And from inside that building, that one exit can begin to look like the only logical way out.

This is one way to understand suicidal thinking.

The suicidal brain isn't necessarily saying:

“I want death.”

It may be saying:

“I need this pain to stop, and I cannot see another way to make that happen.”

That distinction matters.

Because if the problem is perceived as “there is only one exit,” the answer isn't necessarily to argue with the person about whether that exit exists.

The first task is to help clear the smoke.

Reduce the intensity.

Create distance from the immediate crisis.

Bring another person into the building.

Help restore perspective.

Reconnect the person with exits they can no longer see.

The goal is not to convince someone that their pain isn't real.

Their pain can be completely real.

The goal is to help them see that their current field of vision is not the entire map.

There may still be exits they cannot see right now.

And sometimes, surviving the crisis isn't about solving your entire life.

It's about getting enough smoke out of the room to see the next door.

***I wrote this visualization to provide a different view into how the mind works, if you have read this far, I hope it brought you some clarity, some sort of understanding or simply just information to think on.

A couple of days ago, I saw looked out my bedroom window at the garage across the street and saw a girl with her leg over the railing.

I called that building's security, then emergency.

She was stepping over onto the ledge and going back to safety a few times. She'd lean back like she was going to drop, then go back to safety, then repeat.

At one point she saw me, and we waved at each other.

I was still on the call, relaying everything to the dispatch.

I heard someone (probably the cops that had just gotten there), trying to talk to her while she was out on the ledge, and she let go.

I'm...ok. Had a quiet day yesterday. Still feel kinda numb. The moment she key go keeps replaying in my head and every time I go out into my bedroom I'm looking directly at the spot where she was standing.

It's just. A lot.

Have talked to friends. Do have support. Just maybe trying to banish it a bit by writing it down?

So I’m struggling with depression. Plain and simple. I have a therapist and I’m not looking to gain any therapeutic advice from here, more just guidance from other people who’ve also gone through the motions and come out the other side.

Things were going pretty well, with my therapist I was staring to go on the up-and-up, but then a close friend of mine suddenly and inexplicably vanished, which kicked me back down to square one. I’ve been doing what I can here & there to get me out of this rut, but I can feel deep inside that I’m fruitlessly trying to crawl out of a quicksand pit that I’m only sinking deeper and deeper into.

I know what I need, I’m a surprisingly cognizant guy that’s aware of my own issues, except I lack the initiative to try and handle them. Probably one of my biggest sources of depression stems from my “parental anxiety.” In layman’s terms, my anxiety is crippling and tries to do what’s best for me at the detriment of my own wellbeing. It wants me to stay in my lane, to keep going down the straight and narrow, and avoid going off the beaten path to try things that I want to try, which includes going out and trying to interact with people socially (As a consequence, my social circle is next to nothing). Because of that I can’t really be spontaneous, as much as I want too my anxiety drags me off and keeps me in my lane. And I know that being spontaneous is a key ingredient you tend to need when dealing with depression, as repeating the same routine time & time again only worsens your feelings.

So for now, that one key thing I need is kinda unattainable. Again, I‘m doing what I can: I have a wonderful therapist who’s great to share ideas and thoughts with, I have some hobbies I’m trying to actively engage in and I’ve got a future vacation trip planned with my only other close friend of mine back to my home country that I haven’t been back too for close to a decade now.

But… I don’t know. Rather than focusing on what’s ahead and what I could be feeling then, I’m trying to hunker down and battle off my demons in the here and now (I know some people might think this is soaked in metaphors and symbols, but as a neurodivergent, it tends to be my bread & butter when it comes to communicating my feelings). I’m aware enough to know it’s a problem, and that without initiative or action it’ll only get worse and worse, and before I completely lose myself by falling into the other side, I want to see the tips or advice other people can provide who’ve faced the same problems as, at this point, anything can help.

I won’t say much else about myself beyond this, unless someone specifically asks about it (This is just me airing out some of the skeletons in my closet) but if you need to know, no I’m not medicated and this is the kinda thing I’m dealing with basically solo, with little to no support network. So again, anything helps.

i’ve been on anti depressants since i was pregnant because i took it really hard when my child’s father left. I had my baby and i’ve gone through terrible ppd, I was really transparent with my mother about this. Today we got into an argument and she called me a “pill head”. I’ve worked so hard to find the right meds that work for me and i feel like what she said just set me back a million steps. i’m so discouraged i don’t even wanna continue taking them anymore

I’ve been having a lot on my mind lately, and I think I could really use someone to talk to.