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Sadness. When my marriage first ended i was so lost. Then i got so sick. Nearly died. Homelessness. I could barely focus. This phone was my only link to the outside world. Ive always had this inner desire to help others. I have helped many people.
But im messed up. God just didn't make me right. Other than a few people who love me, no one has ever wanted me around. I need to accept that. Quit trying to be what i cant be. Quit trying to be accepted by people who will never accept me. Reduce my world down to a tiny number of people. Forgive them any of their simple flaws. Accept im beyond being fixed. Accept no one outside my tiny circle will ever want me in theirs.
Accept i cant help others. I cant even help myself. Im delusional. I want to help. But i can not. I need to put all my energies into helping the small number of people who love me.
I regret anything i said or thought negative about my love. Time to be her hero again. Time to accept what is; even if things beyond my control caused it, & move on.
I love my beloved. I love our children. I’ve never stopped serving them, but i also tried to serve others. Theres nothing i can do for others anymore. No one other than my circle needs my poor attempts at help. Time to leave it to the more competent.
One final gift.
My health is terrible. I’m eating things I normally wouldn’t. Pushing my body to breaking point. All for love.
I failed. So I’m trying to do some kind deeds for my loved ones I failed. I don’t think my body will survive the winter.
I have no home. I gave the last of my $ trying to save first one of my children’s life; then my ex wife’s.
They are raising the cost of my transplant meds. I can’t get enough insurance where I live. I’m disabled. It’s just too much.
I’m tired of going hungry. Tired of being cold. Tired of having wet feet. It’s been a long hard life.
My dad hated me. Tried to kill me. My mom hated me. Gave me away.
I wouldn’t undo my life because my children are amazing. I’ve saved lives.
But I’m proof abortion has a purpose. My mom told me over & over she should have aborted me. My dad said I couldn’t be his because I’m disabled.
I wonder why God made me broken. I tried as hard as I could. But the world just didn’t want me. I fought my death disease; but it beat me. Now it’s like the world just wants me to die.
#sad
I saw a nervous young lady in need of help. I helped her. Helped her with a plan to help her career. Pretty smooth. Seemed funny at the time.
Then the real ex wants money. People see my hidden narrative online. Realize its in her music. Hacks my phone. At first no big deal. But then they steal my book ideas off phone. Swipe it. Somewhere in all of these two weeks i have a seizure. Then gets bad.
It’s finny. Im a very nice person. But everyone hates me for being helpful.
Why did God make me? I get tired of being alone.
#sad
All I want to do it be in love and have a wife that loves me . I’ve been stuck in a loveless marriage for 13 years , I just Turned 30 and I look and feel the best I ever have I work out and show my wife love looking for it in return . She just ignores me and doesn’t try to make her self better then me .
It also scares the shit outta me that I’ve been with my wife since I was 16 and never had the chance to experience having sex with anyone else and that I probably will die only knowing her loveless sexual encounters .
The online relationship started a long time ago. It involved abuse and manipulation, it was so bad that i didn't realize until it was too late. There was nothing i wouldn't have done, it left me empty and completely dependent on him. He left me, all i ever asked for was my love to be returned and to be given the affection any girlfriend would receive. When he left i wrote a suicide note and decided to end my life.
I don't know where i would be had it not been for an amazing guy we will call william. He scooped me up, loved me, and treated me in a way i never felt before. I was happy and trying so hard to forget the guy i met online.
When he came back into my life, i felt as vulnerable as the time i was with him. Though i never cheated on william, i began to hate him for not being my first love. Again, i became dependent and desperate to be with the other guy. William and me ended things, he could see right through me and had enough. I tried to be with my first love and was sure things would work out this time.
He lied to me about everything. He was with someone else. I found out and again i was broken. The whole time he was with her, it didn't matter if i was happy, he needed me to be broken and dependent on him.
He had someone who he said he was in love with and was happy. He said i was a mistake and he just wanted me to be with someone else. Never mind that when he was harassing me i was with someone else and trying to be happy. ( he knew that)
So here i am again, living a hell i deserve for hurting a good man. Every night i think about killing myself. Never let anyone take away your free will, even if they say they love you. All this taught me is what a horrible person i am. The online guy out living his happy life (with her at his side), and all i can think is me being in this state is what i deserve.
I feel like im going crazy
I dont know how i feel or what
Im sad but no
I dont want to do this anymore
Nothing really exist its our mind.
We are nothing compared to the universe
We dont matter, at all.
#sad
I just wanna be in a happy loving relationship when I'm alone I feel empty and pointless when ever I meet someone I Bury myself in them and my whole life basically revolves around them, then after a month I get bored self destructive and the relationship ends (on my end) I'm worried that the relationships that ended when I was still, I guess in love with the other person where my only chances at true love and I fucked them up, I can't be alone I can't stand it I feel trapped just I need someone to love me cuddle me and force themselves on me when I feel bored and never leave me when I love them I just wanna be happy
Ever since I was about 14, I knew I was bisexual. Then, when I told my crush that I liked her on my 16'th birthday, she gave a cold slap of rejection. Tears ran down my face that day, and I felt like taking my life. I ran to a private area I found out, and let loose my tears.
Depression runs through my family, and I never told my mom about how depressed I was. I put on a mask to hide behind - pretending to be a happy and carefree kid. Inside, I was deeply depressed, and easily broken at the slightest of yells. I actually remember my mom yelling at me for accidentally knocking down a vase, and when she left tears dripped down my face.
I have attempted suicide at least 4 times already, but all those times I've bailed out. I've tried overdosing on my daily medication, self harm, and even hanging. All those times I could not have done it, yet I still had a pitting feeling of pain in my gut.
I have read several stories online about suicide, and how they were prevented. I've never actually called the suicide hotline, because there was always someone around me. Now, I deeply regret not talking about it to someone, especially my family.
I am older now, midway through College, and still coping through depression behind a curtain. A curtain which hides away my problems from others, but not myself. I have tried talking to the Suicide Prevention Hotline, which has withered away parts of the depression.
#depression #gay #sad #bisexual
My husband was the happiest man in the world as his new porsche arrived. He cared for it, he cleaned and polished it every day. It was his treasure. He didn't allow anyone to touch it expect he was present. Then, some night someone broke into our house and stole his car. You can believe how sad he was, he cried like a baby for hours.
We went to the police but they said they couldn't do much about it but they would "keep looking".
A week later they called us and told us that the car was found. Burned out and destroyed, around 100 miles away from our home in the woods.
I have to confess... It was me! I destroyed the car because I couldn't stand my husband anymore. He just cared for the car and for nothing else. Now it's gone and I am happy.
In 2018 when I was 13 I met someone on discord. We were really close that we knew everything about each other. One day in the middle of the night she told me that I was a slut and a whore for texting her boyfriend even tho I'm lesbian. And told me that I'm just a fat fucking loser and I should die for what I did. Days after that she messaged me again saying she was sorry and wants to be friends again. I forgave her cause I didn't want her to yell at me again. Weeks later she messaged again saying she wants to end her life and asked for my help. I tried helping her....I tried. For a week I was trying to help her by giving her the hotline number, professionals to talk to, websites she can go to for help but she said no for each one. Then the last day I talked to her she told me that I cant never help her and that I was still a slut and whore. That I need to die with her too. Then she just stopped texting me. All her friends blocked me when she disappeared. At the time I didn't even know if she even did it. I'm 16 now and her ex-boyfriend messaged me weeks ago saying that she was alive and just wanted me to kill myself for a dare......now she haunts me in my dreams. I have depression cause of her, anxiety cause of her.....everything cause of her.
#depression #sad #discord
I just realized that I made a big mistake in life. I am female, 19 years old and I think I completely destroyed my whole future...
Couple of months before I graduated from high school, I met a guy in the café I worked at. She were chatting a bit, making small talk mostly, but I really liked the attention a stranger was giving me. I really liked looking at him, he was (still is) a very attractive guy although a bit older. He is 43, has no children and is divorced. I was 17 years old when we exchanged numbers.
I was not worried about his age. We started texting, he called me every night and we talked for hours about everything and anything. We started going out and I fell in love with him quite quickly. And so did he. Everything felt right. He was a real gentleman - corteous, generous and so so attractive.
So now, after my graduation, we are newly married. All of my friends and family told me not to commit to him and not to get married, but I did not listen to them. I was in love. So, I broke off contact to those people who tried to talk me out of it.
I wanted to go to university after high school, get a diploma, travel the world, live in my own apartment. But I moved out of my parents' house, right in with my husband.
Well, I kinda feel totally unprepared for this life as a wife and an adult. (I mean, a wife, at 19!!). I still feel like a child most of the time and I feel inexperienced. I think that is what my husband likes best about me.
Now that the honeymoon phase is over I realized that we have nothing in common. We are living different lives, we are from different times. We do not share any common interests. And he does not want me to go to university or start a job, as he said I should care for our home and be there for our future children. He's already planned having children in the next few years, without talking to me about it.
He is some big shot at the police force, so he earns a lot of money. That is not a problem.
And I can be myself when I am around him, 100 %. And I do love him, but he kind of treats me like a child sometimes.
My family does not want to hear about my concerns any longer, as they say they told me from the beginning. Now I am all alone, with no friends or any social contacts and I know I've driven myself into a corner.
I confess that I am here, bawling my eyes out, listening to sad music, realizing that I have no way out.
#husband #older #married #young #regret #parents #children #life #sad #unhappy
I had my first kiss a year and one day ago at the age of 17. It was with the girl I had the biggest crush on in 8th grade through highschool. We were just friends but she let me kiss her, and now we don’t even speak. I miss her sometimes even though she just kind of stopped talking to me.
Even though I'm surrounded by people and I'm enjoying myself, I still feel lonely and sad. I don't enjoy being alive and I feel like a husk of what I could be.
I've always felt this way, but I wake up each time I lose someone I love more than anything. Someone I dedicate my life to amd it somehow still isn't enough. Since I've given my heart away to people who just shattered it over and over, I'm a deeply troubled person.
Every night it's a battle to go to sleep, because I don't have someone to take care of me and make me feel better from all the people who hurt me and made me this way. I want vengeance on them for doing this to me, but I can't do anything about it.
So many people have harmed me both physically and emotionally, and all I ever want is someone who can help me heal from all of that. Someone I can dedicate my life to and feel appreciated and loved.
It hurts being alone, being treated this way over and over with only false hope to look up to.
#loneliness #suicidal #existentialism #sadness #pessimism #abuse
I’ve been molested when I was in elementary school for about two years because of my babysitters son which was 17 at the time I never told anyone but a few friends. He’s been in jail for years now due to touching other little girls. Maybe if I wasn’t so scared I could of saved their lives. They had it worse than me. I’m now 22
I'm a 41 year old man and happily married to my wife. I have three female cousins on my father's side, one which is the middle one is who I am very close with and are close in age. I have always spent a lot of time with her and we have had a special connection since we were younger. I recently came to the realization with the fact with what I have deep down at some level known for a long time in that I am in love with her. This is information that I don't know what to make of it nor do I want to act on it in any way shape or form. It's a simple statement of fact. She doesn't know my feelings nor feel the same way nor does my wife know. I don't want to feel this way and wish I wouldn't but it's the reality. I just needed to tell someone.
I’m sad. I tried to get out of bed & do a good deed. I went to see a loved one. I spent time with their children. One is disabled. I am so very sick. I tried to make sure each child was included & felt special. Hugged them. Told them I loved them.
That’s hard for me now. My body keeps failing me. By the time I left I was getting close to passing out. But no one saw that. Just a fun day.
I sent love to others. Settled down. Then found out a friend is almost certainly dying. His wife; who is an incredibly kind and sweet person is now in the hospital. She has a disabled brother who depends on her. I’m powerless to help. Two of the four people I love are in very bad shape in my own life. The other two will need me.
I want to cry. I want to yell. But that is not a choice. It’s upon me to be a rock. So instead I must calm my mind & rest. I must be ready if needed.
Not everyone can cry. Someone has to be the unmoving rock others can grab upon. I’m not sure that’s me anymore. But I must try none the less.
Whew. I prayed for them all. I don’t know if God listens to me anymore.
All of you love yourselves. If you can’t love you it’s hard for someone else to.
#sad
My boyfriend has a 3 years old daughter who visits us every second weekend. According to friends, her mother is a slut.
Their daughter can do what she wants when she's visiting us. She's his little princess and now he's considering taking her to life with us. And he didn't ask me. I am expecting a child - our first mutual child - and he doesn't feel the need to talk to be about it.
I feel worse each day and I really don't know how to handle this situation any longer.
I try to accept and like his daughter but I can't.
I'm very sad and lonely.and depressed every day. I wake up this way and I cry every day. I just hide from people and cry. I can't get my wife to see me anymore. She just looks past me or thru me. My kids are growing up and don't need me. I'm horrible at maintaining relationships with friend and can't trust the way I feel about things and people. I wish for death in my sleep every night. But I wake up every morning. I've asked God for help but he doesn't answer me. He never has. I carry this with me everywhere I go. Every day. It never ends. I fail at everything I try. Nothing I do makes a difference in my life or anyone else's. People dont even hear me anymore when I talk. It's like I don't exist. Or I exist outside of this world. I can see it but can't change it or do anything to make it better. I'm so sad. I'm so angry. I'm so lonely. And I'm so tired. I don't expect anyone to read this or comment. I just wanted to say it out loud for once instead of just carrying it with me. It's a secret that I hide from everyone. And it is eating me alive.
#sad
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