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I think I'm depressed but I don't know what to do about it. I can't go to school and it's especially hard on a Monday when I get this heavy, dull feeling I can't shake. But I sleep perfectly every night. My family think I'm just moody but it's more than that; the "moods" I get last for a long time and it's like I can't see the so called 'light at the end of the tunnel' and I've thought about suicide a lot.
I couldn't ever kill my self though because of my family and best friend and what that would do to them but it's really bad today. I call them "bad days" and only my friend knows about this because I skip school a lot and she covers for me.
I dont know what to do or how to tell my family... or if I even want to.
I never pee in the first stall of public bathroom because of my claustrophobia. No one knows this. I hate myself for being so afraid... oh well
gosh i just want to run away from this im so tired why am I doing this what is it even for I'm just on a ball in space hurtling through the universe and I'm stuck doing chemistry for a career I might not even want to really do like don't get me wrong I think its cool and I want to help people but why am i doing this why cant i just run away into the woods and live in a cottage in the woods with my lover and have a cute little farm with some animals and bake break and desserts and just enjoy my life and not have to worry about anything anymore I'm so tired of living the same life and the same day over and over again just going through the motions I just want to feel something different than this im so lonely and tired and done and gosh I just dont want to be in this room anymore i want to be in love and i want to love is that too much to ask for
I got real sick. Nearly died. Fought back. Looked good. Divorce because her mom wanted it. My kids have paid for it. Depression. Not learning. The disabled one is doing terrible. I’ve been keeping their home fixed but was told kids would do better without me. That wasn’t so.
So she call me in. Disabled child having seizures. I help stabilize. He’s rarely seen me for couple of years.
The ex; I & kids had a ball for weeks. I got my disabled child to finally cheer up and laugh. He’s been talking to me about all the things we used to do.
He’s called me in to tuck him out. South him to sleep. Finally called me daddy again. Won’t call her mom.
She is a wonderful person. But she’s very sick. It looked like she’d die. I gave her all I had to help. I gave her advice from fighting my own disease that helped stabilize her for now.
She decided I’d start splitting time here once he was better.
Well she went on vacation with her mom. I wanted time alone with him to help him.
She calls a week later. I’ll have to move back to the other state. Her mom convinced her this isn’t fair to me.
I refuse not to love and pray for her mom. But what an ass hat. We had a happy marriage & family. She destroyed that. Every time we almost reconcile she ruins it.
Thing is she’s married. Doesn’t need our help. But she wants my ex as her personal servant.
Oh well. I gave up. God dealt me a lot of bad cards. I did the best I could.
Love just isn’t enough.
I have to be honest. I don’t think God loves or cares about me. I just can’t see proof. But I’ll serve my family and love the world anyways.
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Honestly, I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I’m a religious person and sometimes when I really think about IT I can struggle with night mares, and depression for weeks, but I love sex, the problem it’s like normal sex left me empty, I don’t know why I have those sadic fantasy’s like, something I stared thinking since I was like 17 was let someone fuck me while other people can see me, and show that to people how good I feel, also the idea of them watching me will make me 100 times more horny, other fantasy is being fucked by different guys, in the same time, and let them touch me all over my body I have the fantasy to feel more than 6 hands pleasing me in the same time, those fantasies are tooo dirty for the life I have, I don’t know what to do :m(
I think about killing myself every day. I have a plan that I could put into action at any moment. I just waiting for that one more thing to push me over the edge. Just give me reason to end it all
#sad #suicide #depression
when I was in primary school I had a group of friends that I thought were my friends and didn't really fit in. when they would do something I would always get blamed or somedays they wouldn't even talk to me or look at me. I took the fall for them a lot and my mom keeps on telling me that I need to stick up for myself but when I do I let my anger get the best of me and I lose friends. it happens as well even though I'm in secondary school and most days my friend's don't talk to me or they are talking about me but I feel like I can't trust anyone and I am scared that when I am older ill be as alone as I am right now
When I was 12 I was raped and I was to scared to tell anyone and when I did I reported him to the police and they said the could do nothing about it I felt helpless and alone.
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Why did God make me? Does he just like to watch some of us suffer?
I’m disabled. My parents hated me for it. I lived thru torture. I stayed good. I overcame the disability only to get a horrible disease.
I’ve asked preachers. They say they’ve never heard such a horrible story. They say look at Jobe. I don’t want to be Jobe.
Is it all random, or does God just want to watch some of us suffer? Why?
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.
I dont understand my behaviour sometimes so nice to people sometimes so rude
I myself want someone to stay with me but then again my behaviour doesnt let me ...
No more friends they dont like me as m fatty nd wheatish complexion but topper in class nd belong to very well settled family
i feel like i’m just not a good person. that i could always do things better, that i create trouble and hurt people instead of being the ones to remove their troubles away. i always think i’m helping people and that they must think i’m nice but in reality i’m probably have little value in their life and don’t even contribute that much. i don’t know why i have such low view of myself, but now i do even more because i realize i made a lot of mistakes. im so mediocre.
I like some one who lives in another country we message over social media and he’s said I’m cute a few times but our conversations always fall flat he says he’s always busy (we have a time difference and) I wonder if he has any feelings for me I feel like I’ve given him the wrong signs like I’ve pushed him away because I wasn’t sure on how I felt before we’ve heard each other’s voices and we know one another look like he’s asked me who I like before I told him idk but I have this feeling we have something I’m not to sure obviously cause it seems like we do then we don’t idk felt like saying this some one tell me if I’m wasting my time
my confession... where to start?
i've liked my best friend for seven months, until today.
he likes someone else, and i was dumb enough to think it was me. pure stupidity on my part, seeing that everything i thought were sign we're nothing.
what's really stupid is that i caught feelings when i shouldn't have.
#heartbreak #crush #feelings #sad #crying
I came out of a long and dark period of my life, finally on the up and happy. About 7-8 months back i changed jobs to what i now wanna make my career, i also met an amazing person there. I would consider her a good friend who helped me thru some stuff and helped me think things thru differently. Shes everything i ever dreamed of in a woman, smart, funny, aggressive, and down to earth. Most of all she made me feel cared about and that i matter to someone. I thought she would feel the same since we both went thru similar horrors and horrible things and because we get along so well. A month ago i confessed i liked her and she rejected me without a hesitation. Im not upset about that or really hurt.. just bummed. I started to sit back and look at it differently. Shes a one sided friend who really is only concerned about herself and actually doesnt care what im going thru as long as im there to listen to her problems. I come home to a mom who destroyed my family, up to my head in debt, dont have any friends or social skills, and my only best friend decided to walk out of my life 2 months back. Theres more but why would i bore you, picture painted that im isolated from the world living a horrible life. I thought i was happy, i thought i finally got out from the sadness, finally found a friend who genuinely cared about me..
i feel like I don’t belong to this world, i dont think about killing myself but i do think about how much no one would miss me if i did just drop dead. That i would just be a passing thought once and never thought of or missed after. My depression has me gripped by the throat and im struggling
I’ve dealt with these feelings since i was 15(26 now), and i just wanna know what true happiness is, what true friendship is, what true love is. Im tired of being tired, abused, lied to, and taken advantage of
I pray everyday just to feel the happiness i felt when i thought i beat this depression
#sad #depression #unhappy
I've fallen so behind on all my school work I just hate myself for it. My anger issues have returned after being controlled for 3 years. I fell like a failure after all my low grades. I'm trying to get into a school with one third acceptance rate but I know I won't get there if I can't get my shit together. I feel like shit. I wish I knew what I was doing. I need to see my therapist again. At this point, I feel defeated and like I'll just settle for a university I know I'll get into. There, I'll at least have maybe somewhat of a chance to explore my sexuality. I'm just trying to be optimistic. Its kinda awful to be optimistic given my circumstances, but there's nothing else to do. If I don't have that, then I won't care. So maybe I will kiss a guy if I ultimately fail at life this year. At least there's that.
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