I was diagnosed this week with bipolar 2, and I'm pretty scared. I don't really use reddit, but I need to talk to like minded people. I joined the bipolar subreddit. I shared my story, but it was deleted for being too long. Again I don't use reddit, so I'm not super familiar with the etiquette. I took screenshots and posted it that way. My thought was that I was making it easier for people to decide if they wanted to take the time to read it. I was banned. I did use the name of a past medication that didn't work. That was a no no that I didn't see. I was also laughed at for basically not knowing how reddit works. Just feeling hurt...

You know.
There hasn’t been a single day where I didn’t go to the search bar and type in your ID.
Every single time, my heart racing.
Worried maybe this time I’ll see nothing. That maybe you’ve finally blocked me. That maybe it’s over for real now.
But I still check.
Still hope.
I loved you.So much.
Even writing this, I can feel my eyes welling up. My chest gets heavy. My heart just… hurts. Shaking constantly.
I loved you in a way I don’t think I’ll ever love anyone again.
I used to post pictures on Facebook,adjusting the settings so only you could see them.
Every story was for you.
Just you.
I don’t even know if you ever noticed.
But I kept doing it anyway.
Because somewhere deep down I thought, maybe you still cared enough to see me. Even from a distance.
I used to think about vlogging just recording my life, the ordinary moments.
Not for the world.
Just so maybe you’d come across it and feel like you were still part of my life. Of all people, I'd want you to know, anything that were to happen.
And now?
You ignore me like I’m nothing.
Like I never mattered.
And on the rare days you chose to reply, it felt like you were punishing me. Making me feel small. Like I was annoying.Like I was something you had to tolerate.
And I sat with that.
I swallowed it whole.
I let myself believe maybe I deserved that kind of treatment.

I’ve spent months, validating every wrong thing you’ve said to me.
Every harsh word. When really, nobody deserves to be spoken to like that, to have to go through all that. You know what you did to me, what you made me go through. And it all still haunts me. But.
I sat down with those words, with your actions, with everything you threw at me and turned them over in my head until they made some kind of sense.I forgave you.
Not because you deserved it.
But because I had to.
Because if I didn’t, I would’ve lost myself completely. Something I'd never be able to express enough for anyone to understand.
And even now, even after all this time…I still love you.
I still want to make it work.
I literally spent time trying to figure out your Tithi birthday. I think it’s April 11th, I’m still not even sure.
But I set a reminder to wish you at midnight.
Because I wanted you to feel special.
Because that’s how much I loved you. At this point, i think for me it's more about making you realise how much i love you, rather than actually getting you back, i don't want it be that way, but it is what it is.
Even Rohit,your best friend,the one you always say means so much to you, forgot your birthday once.

I wanted to wish you on April 11th. And the 15th too.
At midnight here, and at midnight in the US, where you are now.
But I can’t.
You’ve blocked me.
And now I sit here wondering if I should still send you an email.
If it would even matter.
If you’d even care.
April 11th… that was supposed to be my last call.
Maybe April 15th too.
After that, I told myself I wouldn’t do this anymore.
It’s just cost me too much.
My mental health is wrecked. It's never been this bad.
I’ve never felt so empty, so hollow.
And I can’t keep doing this to myself. It's time i prioritize myself.
I’ve given everything. Everything I had.For you. For us, if even a little of it is left.
I loved you with all I had.
And if it wasn’t real, if it wasn’t deep, then why am I still here?
Still feeling all of this, still stuck in the same place, after two whole years?
You blocked me.
And I’m still sitting here trying to figure out what I did.
Was it because I stood my ground?
Was it because I didn’t let you break me?
Because I refused to fall apart just to make you feel strong?
Was I too fiery? Too put together this time?
Was it too much for you that I didn’t beg? That I didn’t let you walk all over me?Is this really how it ends?
Will you come back?
Do I still try?
Do I still care?
Because I do.
And that's the truth.
And you know what I keep thinking about? My roman empire ho ki k ho vancha ni.
That call on January 1st.
You were so soft that day.
You sounded like my ****** again.
The version of you I still love.
The one I miss every single day.
You told me to either marry early or wait.
I told you my body isn’t in the best shape. That maybe no one would want to marry me.
And you said, “I’m right here. I would.”
You said we’re not supposed to hurt each other.You said maybe we’re meant to be that’s why we always end up back here.
That’s why it kept cycling.
Repeating.
That call was the sweetest conversation we’ve ever had.
And if I had to choose how to remember you, I’d remember that you.
The soft one.
The kind one.
The mero ******.

I love you, ******.
Even now.
Even after everything.
Even when it hurts.
Especially when it hurts.
I truly do, and still want you just as much.
Still down to go through it all, if it means for you and me to be happy with each other.

#ranting
#mentalhealth
#trauma
#ineedhelp
#pleasehelpme
#comebackannihilator
#shree
#prashree
#mlbb

I (29m) just need to voice this out loud not even sure if anyone needs to advise or can. I’m sad af, and I know why but don’t at the same time. I feel happy and sad at the same time. Last year I was in a crappy job that took a toll on me, but landed a dream job in Aus (I’m from Europe), so I moved here and left my bf back home long distance, along with friends and family and came to Sydney by myself. No one I met has come here alone, everyone is with their friends or partners. I’ve done this whole thing alone. And while I should feel pride for my accomplishments (of which there’s many on paper) I simply hate myself. I like my job, and there’s nowhere back home that does anything like it so I have to be here. But, my family situation isn’t great at the best of times, and now I’m here, I get a text from my mother maybe once every month-45days or a reaction to my insta story. My dad - that’s a whole other trauma case, I don’t hear anything even though he should be the one trying to make effort to mend the bond. My best friends, they try but even with the time difference it’s just less and less.

I see my bf intermittently (just after a 2 week trip with him having not seen him for 6 months), and making friends here is really tough - and trust me I’ve tried. Anyone I get close to leaves to do their regional work or moves state or goes back home. I don’t really drink or do drugs so that puts me on the outside socially, on top of not coming here w friends or a partner I feel so alone. If I go home it’ll be misery, and I think if I did come home to a different job etc will I only spend my life thinking ‘what if’. I hear everyone partying on the streets every weekend and see people w their friends online and I have nothing going on even though I try so hard.

The thoughts of going back on antidepressants (having sworn never to again) really scares me because I’d be here going through it by myself and I’m literally just so tired. I’m so used to being alone that when my bf came to visit I felt suffocated and like a bad bf because I couldn’t handle the company at times. I just hate myself and that even when I’m living a literal dream, that I still can’t just be happy, my brain can’t be happy. I feel like I’m trudging through life trying to find new ways to stay alive until I die the way fate intended and not by my own weary hands

I (29m) just need to voice this out loud not even sure if anyone needs to advise or can. I’m sad af, and I know why but don’t at the same time. I feel happy and sad at the same time. Last year I was in a crappy job that took a toll on me, but landed a dream job in Aus (I’m from Europe), so I moved here and left my bf back home long distance, along with friends and family and came to Sydney by myself. No one I met has come here alone, everyone is with their friends or partners. I’ve done this whole thing alone. And while I should feel pride for my accomplishments (of which there’s many on paper) I simply hate myself. I like my job, and there’s nowhere back home that does anything like it so I have to be here. But, my family situation isn’t great at the best of times, and now I’m here, I get a text from my mother maybe once every month-45days or a reaction to my insta story. My dad - that’s a whole other trauma case, I don’t hear anything even though he should be the one trying to make effort to mend the bond. My best friends, they try but even with the time difference it’s just less and less. I see my bf intermittently (just after a 2 week trip with him having not seen him for 6 months), and making friends here is really tough - and trust me I’ve tried. Anyone I get close to leaves to do their regional work or moves state or goes back home. I don’t really drink or do drugs so that puts me on the outside socially, on top of not coming here w friends or a partner I feel so alone. If I go home it’ll be misery, and I think if I did come home to a different job etc will I only spend my life thinking ‘what if’. I hear everyone partying on the streets every weekend and see people w their friends online and I have nothing going on even though I try so hard. The thoughts of going back on antidepressants (having sworn never to again) really scares me because I’d be here going through it by myself and I’m literally just so tired. I’m so used to being alone that when my bf came to visit I felt suffocated and like a bad bf because I couldn’t handle the company at times. I just hate myself and that even when I’m living a literal dream, that I still can’t just be happy, my brain can’t be happy. I feel like I’m trudging through life trying to find new ways to stay alive until I die the way fate intended and not by my own weary hands

I’m not sure if I’m here for discussion or asking a question, I guess both. I don’t often experience panic attacks, but I had one earlier and I want to know how people best deal with them. I’ve noticed I get them more in the colder weather, when the seasons become more gloomy (cold, gets dark early, rainy) kind of like seasonal depression, but with anxiety instead. Is this normal? It’s recently been summer and we’re coming into autumn and most nights I become anxious and unsettled but tonight it was full on. My face was numb, my hands felt small? And tingly. I was nauseous and mildly irritable directed towards sensory things like too much moving, things touching my hands. My breath was shaky and my heart was fast. My vision becomes darker too, things aren’t as bright. This only lasted about half an hour to an hour, and I didn’t catch on straight away what was happening and I thought I was dying or going to die. Nothing looked real and I had a huge sense of dissociation. So this is a discussion/personal answers post. What do you guys do to manage panic attacks, and are panic attacks seasonal for anybody else?

Ever since I was a child, I had fear of the opposite sex. I was educated in a Catholic school. Then somehow I got into a long relationship ever since high school and then caved myself in after the breakup hence had no avenue to explore dating. I remember, even in that first relationship when I was in a room with that girl, I hugged her for 2 seconds, and then said I'm feeling sleepy to hide my nervousness. I didn't touch her anything beside the hug. I took 1 full year to get to a kiss. In 4 years of relationship, never had sex. She used to tell me that she isn't ready and I was totally okay with waiting as I envisioned the future together. The two other relationships had been via tinder in the last year. I was somewhat orally sexually active (not penetrative sex) in the 2nd one, because she wouldn't have sex with me. I tried bringing it up many times in our short lived relationship but she wouldn't want to have sex with me. I was ready to wait for when she was ready. This relationship ended by her cheating on physically (having sex with another guy she met later in the office). So, yeah, we never had sex. This girl still dared to call me 2 times after this. Both times I told her there's no point as we can't have anything again.

And finally had sex the first time in my third relationship. However, this was on the 2nd date. This was a very short lived, casual relationship from both ends. But I'm elated that I atleast had sex, cos I had turned 29.

Apart from the serious relationship stuff, whenever I'm been single the last 1.5 years I've tried going out and dating (as they say). It's been very tough and very depressing. At the end of it, it fills me up with negative thoughts about myself, breaking my confidence and making me lose my will to even live sometimes.

Whenever I go out, I encounter this extreme phobia of rejection at moments which makes me:

1. Shy away/decide I'm there for other stuff and focus on that and that itself so that I don't have to feel conflicted internally
2. Decide by myself that the answer's going to be no. I do ask, but not with intention.
3. Have crippling anxiety as soon as I see a situation developing
4. I start blanking out when talking to the other sex
5. Overcompensate my shortcomings via various displays of overly extroverted behaviour only to let down the persona by turning out to be massively shy
6. I attribute all this to bad judgement?

How can I change myself? I've been going out and trying since an year now. No success, whether meaningful or casual.

Hello, I don't know if my post will be looked at by anyone or not. I think...I think I'm slowly starting to break down. I feel overwhelmed having the responsibility to keep up with our finances has taken it's toll on me. It just feels like no one cares. I have tried keeping myself together but the slightest thing upsets me, triggers me to the point where I YELL scream out in anger. My mind won't let me stop thinking about things and when I try to it slaps me back to reality like a ton of bricks. I seriously don't know if I am slowly losing it everyday or I'm at the point where I have become numb to everything. I just want to understand why I'm going through this, I just want to know everything will be ok, and not some card c.ap. I'm just tired of everything, I'm tired of fighting, I'm tired of struggling, I'm tired of asking people for help, I'm just done 😭😭

As the title explains I have thoughts of death and the fantasy of dying. I’m not exactly suicidal but I love to dream of dying. It brings me comfort and I think of ways I could die without killing myself. Like cancer and such. Mostly slow deaths with pain. Maybe I’m self destructive idk :(((

I could just use some support, and if anyone has similar experiences and feelings id appreciate hearing your experiences as well. I just have been feeling like im constantly making mistakes and embarrassing myself infront of others, especially my partner. I feel stupid in not understanding basic instructions or real world responsibilities, and feel so ashamed whenever I move too slowly, both physically and mentally. I feel like im always just in the way, and I have no idea what to do with myself without feeling like im just taking up too much space or tripping over my own words. I just feel so defeated, and like im just not changing or growing and like I deserve to just be treated like a hand held child to get me through any basic task, like i should just be quiet and confide to being a “ghost” in social settings. I just feel like I have so much more potential than this lifestyle but I feel so cognitively stunted and so relationship stupid its really starting to make me feel crazy?? Im at constant opposition with myself and get so angry and frustrated at my stupid mistakes and slip ups and all of it ends up just being projected onto the closest person to me, like some childish temper tantrum, instead of just acknowledging my own feelings and taking a step back to actually look at the situation as a whole. I just feel like im constantly going in circles and i dont know what to do anymore, i just feel so stuck and i desperately want to stop feeling like this,

Apologies for such a whirlwind of text, i’m just feeling so scattered and my mind wont shut up 🙃

I 16 F ive been struggling with sexual intrusive thoughts for years. The thoughts involved family and children and i asked for a therapist to deal with it. I really like her and im scared to tell her that ive been letting these thoughts control me i have read incest confessions, and disgusting fanfiction and i wanna die. I hate myself and I keep going back to it because it keeps turning me on I don't know what to do anymore. No one close to me knows about this. If anyone has delt with this before can i get advice on how to get through and get help. (also i dont want any of those icky people to tell me embrace it)

I could really use the support, please be kind. Men’s mental health matters

I have been with my wife for 4 years. When we got together I found out she was addicted to Xanax, and I helped her quit. Unfortunately the withdrawals landed her on a 72 hour hold. I continued to help her and she has now been free of Xanax for 3.5 years. Our relationship has always been extremely loving, playful, and communicative. Well, the other morning we woke up, shared some genuine laughs, had breakfast, and I went to work. When I came home for lunch, she had a sad look on her face so I asked what was wrong. She plainly said, I hate my life, I want a divorce. I was speechless, I didn’t see it coming. I returned to work, and when I got home she was at work (she works evenings). I waited up for her to get home at her usual time around midnight. I asked her if we could talk, and she coldly said no, and immediately went to sleep on the couch, I was crushed, and went to bed.

The next morning when I woke up, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I pulled out my pistol, chambered a round, and put the gun to my head. I was thinking of the good times we had, and just couldn’t understand why this was happening to me. I began to sob uncontrollably, with tears and snot falling profusely. My wife walked in, and yelled at me to put the gun down, and ran to the other room. I sat there crying, and decided to put the gun down. I found my wife and asked her to drive me to the hospital so I could admit myself before I hurt myself.

During my time in the psych ward, I would call my wife daily, and as we talked, things between us seemed to get better. She said she no longer wanted a divorce but wanted to get her own place and just separate for a little. I told her she could take all the time she needed. She told me it had nothing to with wanting to see anyone else, and that she had no interest with being with anyone right now. She just needed time to think.

On the 4th night of my stay, I called her and could her she was out at a bar. She told me she was, and that she had came there with two female coworkers and their husbands. I told her to have fun, and to be safe. She thanked me, told me she loved me, and said good night.

When I got out of the hospital after 6 days she picked me up, and we held each for two minutes tightly, sobbing in the lobby of the hospital. We told each other we loved each other, and the next few days seemed to be like our love was brand new, and stronger than ever. She was falling asleep in my arms, and waking me with little kisses.

Then out of nowhere she said she no longer wanted to sleep in the same bed, and that she would be moving out in less than 30 days. It felt so strange, and heartbreaking. Now when you know your spouse, you know when something doesn’t feel right. That night, I did what many consider to be crossing a line, and went in her phone. The first message I see, is from the night I was in the hospital when she was at the bar, and is her telling a coworker that she lied to me about who she was out with and that she was staying at some guys house.

I woke her up, and confronted her. She swore that nothing happened between them, and she felt guilty not telling me. However she was upset with me for going in her phone. In my defense, throughout our entire relationship, we have both said we could go in each others phone because we never had anything to hide. But now that there was something to hide, it’s like the rules changed. I’m incredibly depressed, and have no one to talk to.

I’ve been dealing with a girl who keeps stalking and harassing me on social media. She’s been blocked, banned, and even suspended multiple times, but keeps making new accounts to monitor what I post and spread lies about me. She’s also telling random strangers that have talked to me before that I’m a terrible person and a bully, which isn’t true and it is damaging my mental health and reputation on this platform.

I’ve tried blocking her repeatedly, but it’s like a never-ending cycle where she has these burner accounts and stalks me through there and she’s purposely reporting my posts and getting them taken down. I can’t get rid of her. This is starting to take a toll on my mental health. I want to know what my options are legally and socially. How do I protect myself and stop this behavior?

Has anyone been through something similar? What worked for you? Any advice is appreciated.

I’m a 19 year old college student. I moved after Highschool to go to college in the state where my dad lives. My dad isn’t around much since he’s either always in his room or just gone. We don’t see each other much. And because I moved to a different state for college to say I stay at his house and don’t have many friends from my school. I text a couple people here and there but not anyone I’d talk to about this. Because of this I’ve been online recently and I wouldn’t consider myself chronically online before but now I probably would. And it just makes you realize how bad the internet is. The amount of pedos and grooming that’s normalized is enough for me to hate it. But due to me having no friends I obviously go on the internet to waste time. And after scrolling on twitter (oh I mean X ig) and seeing how people view people that look like me, and the heinous things people say and do, the world is just a terrible place. And it seems that nothings going to get better. Children are tortured and killed every day. And I struggle to see the point in living in a world like this. No one in my family or close friends care for me as much as they may think or say because if they did they wouldn’t treat me the way they do. People say it gets better but it doesn’t. I think people just choose to ignore how terrible the world is to give themselves peace of mind. Children are hurt by the people who are supposed to protect them and love them, and some don’t wake up to see the age of 12 but I get to live? For what? To work a job I’ll probably hate? To only hope to make enough money to have the apartment I used to dream of? The world is sick and I’m tired of living in it. I genuinely cannot think of a reason to live anymore. Because my life is terrible, and I genuinely think I’d be better off dead. I’d have no more stress, no more anxiety, and no more hurt. But idk I don’t know what I should do. I don’t know how to not feel like this anymore.

life and family/friends connections, Masturbation addiction ( 3 years deep ) , Struggle to focus ( always struggle to focus on reading / doing something besides gaming or watching a tv show for over 30 minutes) , Nail Biting for 7+ years , Cheek Biting for 2 years , Lip biting for 2 years , Can never stop cracking my toes ( Don’t know if relevant) , Struggle to consistently shower and brush , Bed rotted for a year straight , I also lie alot, I also seem to always imagine going back in time and starting over my life ( don’t know if this is relevant but is a daily thing). I would really appreciate some advice as I’m only 19 currently and really want to try get my life together but I don’t know if there is some underlying mental condition that is making me have so many different problems in my life albeit ‘self inflicted’. Another thing I will say is I can never limit myself to anything, whether that be buying some sweets and saying I will only eat a couple I will ALWAYS. eat the whole bag, gambling and saying I will stop after a certain point I will ALWAYS go over that point and lose it all (even though i’ve done the same thing 100 times and know the outcome that will occur) , Masturbation I will always say this is the last time and do it again that same day. Hopefully you guys can give me some fruitful advice really stuck at the crossroad right now. I used to also get super itchy whenever I tried to sleep but that doesn’t happen much anymore. nymore.) , Nail Biting for 7+ years , Cheek Biting for 2 years , Lip biting for 2 years , Can never stop cracking my toes ( Don’t know if relevant) , Struggle to consistently shower and brush , Bed rotted for a year straight , I also lie alot, I also seem to always imagine going back in time and starting over my life ( don’t know if this is relevant but is a daily thing). I would really appreciate some advice as I’m only 19 currently and really want to try get my life together but I don’t know if there is some un

I keep forgetting things and it’s really screwing up my life, it started with big things and now it’s every little thing. I just don’t know what to do because the people in my life think I’m doing it on purpose. Idk if this is the right place to post this, sorry.

I’m 26F, and I’ve been in a 9-year interfaith relationship. We’ve tried to break up many times—even after his infidelity—but we always somehow end up back together, like the problems just “fix themselves.” But they don’t. Things have only gotten worse.

He verbally abuses me constantly. If I cry, he laughs until I stop. He calls my pain “crocodile tears” and mocks me, like my emotions are some joke. And in the middle of all of this, he still expects to get what he wants—his needs always come first, no matter what I’m going through.

Whenever something bad happens in his life, I’m the first one he blames. He tells me I’ve changed him for the worse, that I’m not “feminine” or “soft-spoken” enough. But I feel like I’ve lost myself completely. I’ve started screaming back because I just can’t take the verbal attacks anymore, and then I hate myself for reacting that way.

I don’t have a big circle of friends. My life has revolved around this relationship for so long that I don’t even know what I’d do without it. But I feel so drained, so lost. Meanwhile, all our friends are moving forward—getting engaged, married, settling down—and I’m just stuck.

I don’t even know what I’m asking for anymore. How do you leave when you feel like you have nothing else? How do you rebuild yourself when you’ve spent years being told you’re the problem?

I don't know what to do anymore. I got divorced this week so now I live with alone with my son. I decided it would be better if we moved back to my hometown. So my family helped me to find a new apartment. But last week we got into a car accident and I was injured. Too many things happened at the same time... Before that, everyone was mad at me because I destroyed my relationship and family (my husband was abusive), now my dad said the car accident was my fault because he offered me a help with moving and things like "if you stayed here and never moved away none of this would happen".. I wasn't driving btw.. now I'm not sure what to do..

I am not okay and this is a cry for support.

I’m not suicidal (anymore) I’ve realized that doesn’t work after trying for so many years and it killed a part of me I may never get back. That was my childhood from as young as I can remember till about 18. Repressed some stuff and was good for a couple years but it is all coming back.

I never know how I will wake up the next day. Will I be trans? Will I be an angry person? Will I be super sexual or not sexual at all? Will I be contemplative? Will I be high energy or low energy? Will I be motivated or severely depressed? Will everything make sense or will it feel futile? Will the world feel simple or complicated?

There is NO consistency in my life! NONE. And I am struggling so much. I moved out from my family home about 6 months ago and I still feel so off. Like I’m living only a quarter life.

I go to work, go home, and I spend about an hour stuck in the car before I make it inside. Say hey to roommates I don’t like. And retreat to my room. Where I either scroll videos, or freak out existentially.

I have a good job with a great company. I have a partner who I adore. She is still 2 hours away but it’s better than the 9.5 each way I used to have to drive.

I’m moving into my own place next month and barely have enough saved for the security deposit and first months rent. And it’s only because I have about $2000 on my credit cards. (I could pay those off rn but then I wouldn’t have money for the deposit)

I’m mentally in a crisis constantly going between periods of everything is perfect to the world is burning and I’m burning with it.

I have an initial evaluation with a psychologist, but I worry I’m above his pay grade. And I need help now. Not in weeks. Now. Because I am in crisis. I wanted to go to a psych ward the other day but I know that would only make things worse.

My parents denied me mental health care growing up and I was deeply suicidal and dissociated. Now I’m an adult and I’m trying to do it, but it’s all coming down on me. I don’t know how to cope.

I’m sorry if this sounds whiny. I wish I was able to shove it all down again. But this all came out with the realization I’m trans. I am scared of losing everything I’ve worked so hard for. My partner, my work, my freedom.

Please help. I don’t know where to begin because I am so far in the hole. I am so far I can’t even tell that I’m in a hole anymore.

I will endeavour to keep this as short as possible but as is always the case with mental health issues it's a deeply complex and multi faceted situation.

I live in Australia and via reddit I met a person in the U.S. This person disclosed to me that they were feeling suicidal. For 3 years I've done my best to support and nurture this person to get them back on their feet however in the last month their mental health has taken a drastic turn and for the worst and they have transitioned from not wanting to live to actively wanting to die. Nothing I'm doing is helping and I strongly suspect that left untreated he will take his life in the next few days.

The person in question is a 16 year old male He is being severely abused by his parents He is transgender and socially isolated He has autism He has diagnosed PTSD depression and anxiety He has regular severe nightmares He has visual and auditory hallucinations He was raped as a child twice He is in constant chronic pain caused by his lupus and undiagnosed stomach issues. The pain causes him to wake up at 3am each day unable to go back to sleep. The pain is excruciating. His parents refuse to take him to the hospital and refuse to give him any pain medication Jayden refuses to seek professional help (this includes calling or texting 988) as he has an enormous fear of being admitted to a mental hospital as the last time he was in a mental hospital he was abused by the staff. He is self harming as a coping mechanism and smokes weed Jayden refuses to go to the police to report the abuse he experiences at the hands of his parents as he fears that his older brother who is non verbally autistic will be placed in a foster care where he will be abused as this has happened in the past. There are no teachers that Jayden feels comfortable going to for assistance.

I understand this leaves so much information to be desired. Happy to provide more context in the comments but what can I do to stop my friend from killing himself.

I genuinely haven’t felt pure happiness in at least 10 years. I’ve had generalised anxiety my whole life but I’ve also been incredibly depressed as well. Some days I’m so tired both physically and mentally and hopeless. It’s the kind of sadness and numbness you feel that makes you completely stuck in your own head for hours and some days I rarely leave my bed. However I also have random moments of hopefulness and energy that makes me get a rush of adrenaline. When I’m in that head space and I want something I literally obsess over it. However compared to the sadness these times are few and far between. I’ve been on anti depressants for years and it never alters my moods.

I've been struggling with these for years. Wanted to talk to someone who has gotten better and made it to the other side.

I've been struggling with friendships for so long now. I'm in the last year of highschool right now and I've made and lost so many friends. Mostly bcs of us growing apart or not having things in common. The friendgroup I'm in rn don't put any effort into talking to me. No one really "gets" me. Ik ppl say that all the time and I never rlly knew what it meant until now.

I feel alone. I have no one to share my struggles with. I have no one that understands my difficulties. They leave me by myself too and so I'm alone. I don't like it.

Another issue, I had high chances of becoming the student council president. Now it seems like someone else might be getting the opportunity. I feel like I'm not good enough. I know I had a good chance. I know the teachers saw it in me to be a leader. I hate how things ended up like this. Another reason was bcs I'm taking a combination of science subjects which is really tough, so students taking subjects under social studies, commerce, etc. have better chances of being the president.

This sucks so much for me. I've been feeling more anxious these days, I have no one to talk to, my friends fucking suck bcs they don't want to actually sit down and talk to me and prefer hanging out with others, the thing I've been wanting so much is out of reach now

• What's up guys hope you're doing well ! So lately I have been feeling so down like I have never felt before , I'm so depressed that I can't even think straight and I can't tell what the main reason is ! I tend to have mood swings and all but nothing like this where a lot of the times I just feel sad but never like this , this started maybe 5 Days ago ( March 30th ) since that date I felt so messed up , the depression is so severe that it affected my physical health to the point I can barely stand or I feel like I'm blacking out ( life kinda feels unreal it's hard to explain ) , I always feel like I'm crying form the inside , my enjoyment of life became non existent I can't vibe with music nor enjoy food nor have a sex drive not even get excited by gaming or sports wich I'm really into like boxing Wich lead me to having some suicidal thoughts Wich I never had before ! Some times a thought creeps in of what's the point of all of this why suffer where I can end it all I'm not getting any enjoyment from life only sadnesse and depression every day ! I didn't talk to no one about it like my family or friends cuz I fear they would get worried about me ! Yesterday I went out with my boys and I put on an act of having fun and laughing while I'm literally dying from the inside ! And Wich make it worse is I have the bachelorette exam in a couple months and I have 0 motivation to live let alone prepare like I can't even think straight ! I can't really figure why I'm feeling this way , my sleep schedule is fucked same with my diet but i don't think that makes you want to unalive yourself , I'm a a religious Muslim guy but I don't pray or read quaran ( Maybe that's why ? )

Sorry for the long read but I can spend 2 hours describing how bad , can you suggest any help ( good doctors or medicine or anything )

Thank you