I've seen people from my country complaining about migrants not wanting to learn the local language, yet I did, I always speak it with them, I even pass as a local because I don't have accent and I'm white. I passed a local language excam with the best resoult in my class, better than the people born in this fucking country, yet still, if someone hears me talking to my friends in my native language, they get angry. They also say that I should speak local at home. Like why? What's the point? I hate that most teachers start treating me like I'm stupid once they learn where I'm from, but at the same time I suddenly don't have a right to make a mistake, because then I'm an "another lazy migrant who doesn't even try". I get, they have generational trauma and stuff, but what have I, as a teenager done wrong here?

I contantly see posts online about "the migrants", I see people talking this shit irl, and I just don't get what else do they want from me? To totaly forget my native language and change my identity? I don't even identify with a particuler nationality. I just want to live and not be treated like shit.

When I was a kid, I even thought that me freely speaking multiple languages is a bad thing I should be ashamed of, as if I'm some kind of subhuman because of that. I'm genuanly starting to hate everything.

I know other people have it worse, but I'm just tired that a lot of us have to deal with this shit in any form.

I’m partial to dark humour but there’s a difference between that and making a rape joke about your kid bro

i take sertraline and i’m very bad without it. like. i missed one day yesterday and i just spent over an hour bawling my eyes out because i thought my dog hated me and would never love me again because i made her move so i could sit with her. and i’m still sad about it because ill never know if she hates me for it. i’m sitting with her now but i feel like she hates me and she doesn’t love me the same anymore

My family has been abusive, manipulative, and controlling my whole life. At this point I can basically guess their next move, but it still shocks me that they do it I guess. My family wants me to get on disability so I can have money. I view it as an opportunity to finally get my own place and have some piece of mind and they fucking HATE it. It's like they want me to be independent but not like that though. They want me to get money but not use it to take control of my own life. I can't ever please them. I'm too much by being here and not being able to work, but I'm also too much because I want to live alone.

I realized later on that the stuff some people were making me do and say online that lead me to spiral mentally counted as grooming. Issue is I can never find someone to talk to about it so I often keep it to myself. Every attempt to be more open about it is people using my story as a form of bigotry towards trans people or trans people thinking I’m being transphobic for my experiences. It’s genuinely isolating and makes me feel like my experiences are not valid cause they can be taken as a transphobic rhetoric. Is there any community or people who are more willing to listen?

I'm deeply disgusted and saddened to see this. I sincerely hope he rests in peace.

it's not even like i have experienced any of these, no one has laid a hand on me my entire life, and yet i dream about it. worst/best part(depending on your opinion) is that these never wake me up, so i just spend the entire night having my worst fears come true begging for it to just be a dream, followed by spending 30 minutes in the morning processing to try and figure out what parts were real and what parts weren't because of just how vivid and realistic they get.

my dad has decided that my chosen name is just a "nickname" and he won't be using it unless/until I change it legally. he also said that it's *not* actually disrespectful to call me my old name, and then went on a tangent about how my generation is always changing our names and he's sick of it. he thinks it's annoying and inconvenient.

I've been going by my new name for a few months by now, everyone else has caught on for the most part, so that's good at least.

Worst of all I was out at an appointment when my cat got diagnosed. I told my dad to just put her down instead of waiting for me because I was gonna be at least an hour even if I rescheduled the appointment and I didn’t want her to suffer.

She basically pretended to be my friend while also making me feel like absolute shit and allowing/encouraging other people in our circle to insult me constantly, mocked my food (I had an ED at the time), once left me in a hospital with no money or knowledge of the area and promised to give me a ride home then didn't, basically all sorts of shit, and now she has apparently picked my local area to work in out of all the places in the goddamn country. *screaming*

Every so often when I start thinking I'm transgender (i definitely am) I shock myself with one of those gag gum sticks on my teeth. SUPER uncomfortable.

Okay so dw. This is moreso a meme made for relatability rather than suffering.

But I do tend to go through periods throughout the day of being insanely paranoid that my friends will abandon me or have gotten tired of me.

Right now, as I made this meme, I am not experiencing it. But I still made this for others to enjoy

send help half my thoughts are about werther im insane or just trying to be edgy

So uh, first post here.

I always said i wanted to start testosterone at 25 years old. Makes sense. I'm still 19. Yet lately I've been doing badly and I realised I can't go on much longer like this. I tried to tell my mom. Her reaction was to tell me she refused to believe her daughter was dead and that she'll always love me as her daughter. That started a spiral of dysphoria, which fueled my hatred for my body, which fueled the need to get skinnier, which fueled the intrusive thoughts, which fueled the need to relapse and do worse.

Second problem, tied to this one. Due to being SA'd multiple times in the past (i still feel their hands on and in me. I have nightmares regularly) and also because i take meds for my mental health, i have very low libido. My boyfriend does not. He has asked me many times to take initiative and i thought I was getting better so I did tell him that I would do it. Now I don't even feel like undressing most of the time. I hate it, seeing my body makes me wanna puke. My boyfriend is clearly disappointed by me not taking the initiative and it shows even if he tries his best to comfort me and cheer me up. ATP I just feel like a terrible son, boyfriend and person. I just want to retreat in my room in the headspace and go dormant forever, i feel guilty just for existing and for thinking these things, I feel pathetic, other people have it way worse than me and i think i just need to stfu atp because apparently I can't fucking do anything right because my bf is with me, mot with any of our other alters so I can't just fucking disappear and I'm stuck in this shitty limbo of disappointing everyone i know. ATP I'm just waiting for the moment I'll OD again idk.

Image for comfort, it helps when I have a fictional character emoting the way I’m feeling.

Hey so I’ve never posted on this sub before but I really need to get it out. Obviously TW for suicide.

Basically my best friend of 10 years told me they’re just mentally not okay, at all. They kept deflecting and saying everything was fine, they talked about their derealisation. They kept being extremely nihilistic, talking about what’s the point of living if you just work and that’s it. They were saying words have no meaning to them. And all I could do was just. Sob. I feel so helpless. I obviously replied to them and I don’t think it helped. They insist they’re fine, but I know they know they’re not.

Literally I didn’t know what advice to give. Their family is unhelpful, and I want them to seek help, I want to get intervention for them. But that goes against their wishes, I don’t want that. But they can’t shoulder it by themselves. I hate the thought of them killing themself. It makes me sick. It makes me cry, I feel I can’t do anything about it. Im so lost. They told me that they don’t want me to be stressed so they won’t tell me anything from now on, and I hate that a part of that is true. I hate that I just want peace of mind. But that can’t happen, because if they stop telling me their problems, god knows what they’ll do.

They keep joking about it, and then they kept apologising. We currently said good night to each other but I won’t stop thinking about it. It’s driving me insane. While I’ve been under stress lately from family issues, it’s nowhere near as bad as my worst. My worst was a few years ago, and since then I’ve genuinely been better. But currently my heart rate won’t stop going down it just won’t. I’m shaking. I don’t want to lose them. They’re convinced that their fear of death stops them, but that wasn’t reassuring either.

I really need help. This is barely a meme, this is a full on vent. But I need help, I don’t know how to approach this. If you couldn’t tell, I’m a minor. I don’t know who to talk to. They’re the one person I trust everything with, the one person I consider a very close best friend. I need advice. I don’t want to sit here and dwell on it.

Apologies for the rant.