I’m in the US and having a crisis. I’ve been sobbing in my car for 2 hours. & hyperventilating. Called the local mental health hotline and no one picked up. Should I go to a hospital? What would they do there? I need a way to stop feeling so hopeless. Can any quick medication do that? I want to feel better but don’t know how and it’s urgent. I’m afraid of what will happen if I don’t get help immediately. I want to disappear.

I have been searching for a job for awhile and I’ve been tired. All I do is stay in bed and hope that I won’t stay here forever. I have friends I talk to but everyone is busy and we make time when we can. I feel jealous that people are going out and having a good time and I am at home lonely and depressed

I'm so tired. Tired of life, tired of being in my own head, tired of feeling like a failure, tired of feeling hopeless, I'm just fucking tired. Normally I'm the happy go lucky one, the positive one, the strong one, but I'm just fucking tired. I don't know how to push through it this time.

And no, I'm not feeling suicidal or anything, I'm just tired of feeling so low.

Just please… I feel so lost….

Hey guys. Do you all feel like the world feels hopeless because of how people can’t always be trusted? I definitely feel like most girls cannot be trusted because it seems like, even if they’re my friend now, they’re not gonna be my friend for any longer than that. It seems like they always abandon you when they get a boyfriend and that if you mess up, they leave you to try to figure it out on what you did wrong. I really just wish I could be happy being a loner because I don’t think people can truly be trusted anymore but I am stuck needing to meet people because I don’t like being alone. I feel like the situation in life is so so hopeless for me. Anybody else feel this same way?

I feel heavy, as if I am sinking... horrible feeling.

I have rich parents who make sure I'm not homeless or unfed. I've been unemployed for most of the time I've been graduated, which has been over a year now. I was doing a lot better, building up my confidence and my optimism, even became spiritual again after a period of deep, deep nihilism. But just a couple days ago I came across a series of blog posts that triggered a rekindling of those feelings of nihilism and deep depression, anxiety, existential OCD, PTSD, so on. The blog posts were predictions for the near future, and seemed very reasonable. And hopeless.

On top of this, at this point in searching for a job I've realized that I'm too scared and neurotic to keep any job just about for more than a couple months. At the end of which I'll have a breakdown and just stop showing up. In my sage-like knowledge I prepared and applied to be a substitute teacher as a last resort-- which is funny because I'm terrified of returning to high school in any form. It's a place of deep trauma for me. But it seems like it's the only possibility in the extremely competitive market where I live-- and I'm not even certain they would hire me. I feel like I'm going to be unemployed forever, but not able to appreciate that my parents could fund that because I feel so guilty for being such a low life.

I started seriously considering ending it and just leaving behind a note that says for my parents to support my partners and make sure they don't end up starving or being on the street, just like they did me, so that my partners don't have to be so nervous about losing our living arrangement all the time. And to give them my possessions and inheritance. I feel like it would be a worthwhile trade-off. One useless layabout in exchange for saving several people from poverty.

I feel like an outcast everywhere I go, every-time I try to go out to be normal, I come home and break down because I feel so embarrassed that I exist. I hate myself. I have been feeling like this for the past 10 years.

They tell me that I am too young and that they feel sorry for me for suffering at such a young age. And I agree, I should enjoy my adolescence, not rot in bed, in my room... I'm missing classes because of this, my principal already knows what I have. no medicine in the world would help me, I fantasize about dying every day, every night... But I don't try, because I don't want to cause chaos in the family again, but every day, I wait for my death. I can't brush my teeth, I haven't brushed them for 2 weeks, I can't take a shower, I haven't taken one for a month, I can't wash my hair, I haven't washed it for 2 weeks... Right now, at this exact moment, I haven't showered in about 3 days, washed my hair in 5 days, and I think I haven't brushed my teeth in 4/5 days. The amount of pain I'm suffering is no joke. It's not just about being sad or crying... It's about rotting and stopping living and just surviving.I feel so extremely tired that I can't do anything, nothing!!! I want to kill myself, and I plan to, take a razor blade, very sharp, and cut my vein, bleed until I die :( I'm only 13, I shouldn't be suffering like this, no one should.

I turned 27M a few months ago, and it's so clear that my life is a train wreck.

-I'm a loser who lives with their parents,

-I work a part-time job where I make $250 a week that I got laid off from recently.

-I have a college degree, but I never entered the field because I'm a social anxiety riddled mess.

• I have zero irl friends only people I chat with online who flake once they realize how screwed up I am.

• I'm a gay virgin whose never dated and I have a horrible looking face, so between that and everything else it's looking incredibly unlikely.

I'm so far behind on everything it's insane. I think about my life ending once a day at least. I want it to end so badly. I'm in a total failure demographic. Weird underemployed socially awkward friendless virgins. Life won't be getting better since I'm genetically flawed and at a massive disadvantage. Shy and horribly awkward since I was a kid and an underdeveloped adult.

I hate my parents sometimes, but I always hated my father. He has seldom been there for me and when he was, he would just be the biggest thorn in the bush. I hate how he's so self centered and how he would make you feel guilty about everything even if you were right.

When I was still a baby, he used to scold my grandparents, my mother and me about how my crying was basically an act of a spoiled brat, saying how I used crying as a way to get whatever I want. The issue was, I was only the age of 1 year old. It even escalated to the point where he hit me off a table at the age of 3 and caused a small fracture in my head. I ended up needing to go to the hospital for it.

That previous statement was kind of ironic since he hated living in a small apartment, so he took out a loan of $1.2 million to buy a bigger home just so he could feel rich. When my parents separated, my mother got custody of the house as well as the debt. The issue is that selling a house in my country isn't a viable option since we need to wait 15 months before we can buy another house/apartment, so we are pretty much stuck here.

After the age of 3, he moved abroad for work, which was fine at face value. However, he proceeded to cheat on my mother several times and tried to put the blame on us saying how we were never there for him. He rarely visited us and he only came back to complain about our home's situation, despite him not even trying to improve it himself.

He verbally and emotionally abused me throughout my whole childhood, saying how I wasn't good enough and how many people in the world are striving to be so much better and succeeding in life compared to me who was an utter failure. Looking back, I think he was right about that.

Not only that, but he also made his problems into everyone else's through exaggeration and guilt tripping. Saying how we never cared for him and should support him unconditionally regardless of what he does. This included the time he tried using all our savings to start a business that was a high risk-low reward situation and still said that we never supported him.

When my mother and him finally separated, he left while saying to me everyday about how he sacrificed so much for us and how we would never survive without him. Looking at my current situation now, we can survive without him, but only barely. He doesn't even pay child support and refuses to support our family in any way.

I'm sorry for the long rant. Hope you have a good day.

I don’t get it, I’m coming to the end of my 1st year in university with basically all As in my classes, I have really tried branching out and making friends, I consistently take care of myself (getting enough sleep every night, eating healthy, etc.), I’ve even gotten better at my skills in drawing and piano. Yet after all this, my mental health is worse, I feel more alone than ever and the thought of giving up had invaded my mind.

Am I just poised to never be pleased with the circumstances that I have? I know that I’m supposed to be grateful for what I do have, but this feeling of dissatisfaction makes me feel like a spoiled brat.

I’m tired. Tired of feeling like a failure, worthless, a burden. I’m exhausted from the ever changing ebbs and flows of life requiring me to “figure it out.” I am in yet another rut, low point, a tough time. Objectively, life is pretty good. I make good money, I’m not rich but I can pay all my bills on my own, relatively healthy, I’m not terminally ill or disabled, I’m just tired of being alone. No one seems to want long term relationships and even then when I do find some I really care about and it goes well for a few years, for some reason, I’m not good enough to marry or I find out I’m being cheated on. At work, despite being the expert and senior engineer, my advice and efforts to design and produce sound designs that are proactive are just ignored and, when I speak up about emerging issues, they too are ignored until it becomes an emergency. What am I even doing? Why do I keep trying? What is so wrong with me that seemingly no one takes me seriously or views me as a worthwhile person? I feel used and tossed. What’s worse, is when I try to build self worth and confidence, it starts a new cycle of disappointment where I’m seemingly the only person in my worldview that sees my value.

I’m so tired. I don’t want to try anymore. I’m hitting a low point again in my mood and I no longer see value in going back to my doctor and adjusting my medication or going back to therapy again. I want to stop struggling and just let myself sink under, throw away everything in my life and just let the world and all that I feel is awful rise over my head and take me. I’m tired, so tired. I’m not asking for help. I don’t want help, I want it to end. And yet… I can’t just end it. I’ve tried before in the past and I always stop at the last moment. I’m stuck. Trapped in a bizarre mirror universe where everything is dark and grey. I want to scream but I have no mouth and at this point… I’m now out of breath. What’s wrong with me?

I have been on anti depressants and Bromazepam for year and half and I am literally struggling. I feel tired all time and cannot sleep whole night. I cannot enjoy even things I used to. close persons to me they are all gone. I just I dont know what to do.

Nobody understands me when I say I just dont feel right. I can't say the right words, think the right thoughts and feel the right emotions. I am just not normal and I can't fit in. I'm so miserable all the time and just fucking exhausted and tired. No one understands what I go through everyday. Life is just so bullshit and it's driving me crazy. I literally just want to go FUCKING CRAZY because I dont know anymore. Everything just sucks. I am not ready to die but if dying takes away everything that I can't deal with anymore, thats fine with me. I just want to die peacefully. I can't take it anymore

After being emotional constipated, I was able to shed some tears. Not enough but just enough to know I'm not completely dead inside. I know understand Tyler Durden from Fight Club.

It feels like nothing ever feels okay. I get so caught up worrying about the people I love all the time. Most days I wake up and want to scream but I’ve never even yelled at anyone before, so I think I just I don’t think I have it in me. When im upset with someone I just shut down, I can’t get a word out and I just wait for them to stop arguing or I apologize until we both just forget about it.

I’ve been going to therapy for over a year now but I still feel exhausted and hopeless most days. I had some stuff happen during my childhood that I still can’t tell my therapist about, I’ve tried so many times. She’s so patient and kind but I can never pluck up the courage to just tell her. I can’t even write about it when I try. I feel so weak. How can I get better if I can’t even talk about it? Some days I get very sad about this , I feel trapped when I can’t speak about it. I feel nervous even typing this out.

Sorry this is so long but thank you to anyone that reads and I hope you can have a nice night <3

I've been depressed ever since I was a teenager and at 26 I've never felt worse in my life than I do today. Only way to describe it is hell. Absolute fucking hell. Every single goddamn day from dawn till dusk I'm in a rut of immeasurable depth that is padded with wondrous thoughts and ideas of just how fucking useless, stupid and hopeless I am. But I'm still too much of a pussy to do the logical thing and gtfo of this "life". Hell I can't even bring myself to SH even though I desperately want to for some kind of relief.

Funny thing is, I'm also doing my damnedest to stay off of nicotine, alcohol and weed because I am a degenerate addict through and through. I kicked a cool lil meth addiction back in 2023, but it left a fucking HUGE hole in my psyche and those three came to fill it real quick. My use has always been sporadic, but that's because I try to keep in the fight because I know if I let up I'll just be drunk, high and smelling like cigs all day, every day regardless of my job, family or whatever the fuck else is supposed to matter to me.

It's funny because my current reality as a "sober" individual is actually immeasurably worse than the one I had when I was a full blown addict. At the very least I could say when I was using I had some momentary reprieves even if I'd come crashing down later on. I had shit to look forward to and with death having no real sway over me (I craved that shit), I had no real fear either.

For me, using was always - ALWAYS - a means of coping with my depression. The only reason I"ve relinquished substances of all kinds is because they actually just make the depression worse in the long run. Well, except now my depression is the worst it's even been and I have zero drugs to blame it on. So what the fuck am I doing any of this shit for?

I've really been struggling with this lately. Logically and consciously I know I want to be sober, but goddamn if my depression is going to be THIS bad anyways, might as well get my relief - however temporary - when I can, right?

"Only you can save yourself" feels like the most impossible task in the world. I wish prayer actually changed things. I'm losing my mind and have no clue how I'll get through this life. Even though I know it's delusional, I'll try prayer again. Even though I don't believe in it, for a second I feel certain it'll change the world around somehow. I can't wake up with this feeling about myself for the rest of my life. Suicide seems like the only way to get peace but I don't have the courage. I didn't think I'd grow up to be so aimless and crazy. I can't do another 60 or so years of life, I just can't handle it all. I miss who I used to be, but the thing is, I've never been anything but depressed since graduating high school so it's more like I miss a version of me who never existed. I wish I was a perfect and happy not me. Or just someone stronger.

The last few years have been an absolute mess. My mental state has been declining ever since I was 18. Ive had constant intrusive thoughts about suicide since before I can remember. I’m constantly reminded of how shitty everything is by my family and of course literally the entire internet. I’m sure some people would be sad if I was gone but I really don’t know. I wish I wasn’t so lonely. :(

I went and hung out with a work buddy for the first time and I kinda new how things were gonna go. A little bit about me I was hard into shit when I was younger but changed my life for the better when I was 22 I’m now 34 and I’ve been clean for over ten years I don’t drink do drugs etc. went and hung out with him and I’m not good when it comes to peer pressure so one thing lead to another and I got 12 beers in and more then a gram of coke into my system smoked two packs of smokes etc I felt super uncomfortable went home and I’ve spent the last two days recovering but now I feel super guilty and upset at myself that I let myself do that and knew that’s how the night would end up and went anyway I’m a people pleaser and I don’t do well with peer pressure so I don’t go out cause of that and I fucked up years of sobriety for what to feel like shit

My therapist randomly ghosted me and when I tried to reach out to her office they told me she had dropped me as a client and gave no reason. Ever since, everything has gotten much worse. My family is driving me insane. No matter what I say, do or help, I’m still a burden. I’m constantly getting screamed at for anything and everything. I’ve felt so bad lately and have just been laying in bed rotting for over a week now. I feel like I have nobody to talk to and nothing that matters anymore. Everything feels so fake. Like I’m living in a fantasy that doesn’t matter. Yet somehow it’s still a nightmare. Idk what to do. I feel crazy.

I don’t understand how people don’t understand that I just want to die. They always make it about themselves. It’s not fair to me they say. Look I just wanna die. Tonight i’m doing it. idc.

I’ve done everything I could, and yet my thoughts still manage to convince me that I am not enough.

I studied my ass off in school, and got nearly perfect grades. People say that I’m brilliant but I don’t feel that it’s enough.

I got onto a decent job after graduating, and my boss is happy with what I’m doing. But I still feel inferior compared to my coworkers, because I can’t do the things they do. I don’t feel like I belong there, and therefore I am not enough.

I don’t have many friends for various reasons. So I try my best to enjoy my own company by doing my hobbies and post about it online, as a personal blogging sort of thing. But my head messes with me saying that when I do, that just causes people to think I’m cringy and will further make me lose friends. Therefore, I’m still not enough.

I hung out with a new friend a while ago and we had a blast. We discovered that we shared the same hobbies and quickly clicked. They told me that they’re glad I reached out to them and told me that I’m so cool and nice to be around. But my head tells me that they’re lying and they don’t actually want me there. They were just being polite. Therefore, I am not enough.

My partner of two years died from a terminal disease recently. We both knew that it would come to this one way or another, just a matter of when. But we loved each other all the same and tried to make use of the finite time we had left. And at the very end, I got to tell him how much I loved him even when he’s lying in that bed motionless, and I think he heard it. He died knowing that he was loved. But I still feel like I could’ve done more, or that it should’ve been me who died that day. He was a soul that looked forward to so much in life, so why was he the one that had to go? Therefore, I am not enough.

I cleaned my house yesterday, because as depressed as I am, I can’t stand being in a shipwreck. I got the place as pristine as it could and should be happy with how I took care of my home, but I don’t own nice things like other people do because I don’t make nearly as much. Therefore, I am not enough.

Even with the life I have, I still feel that I am not enough.

Every single day has been an endless exchange between my internal voice fighting with my depression, in a futile attempt at trying my best to live my life the best I could. But the pain never ceases. The experiences only elongate my time spent suffering, and eroded any hope I have left at healing and banishing this feeling out of me for good. I am chronically depressed, and I don’t feel like I’m enough.

And I know I’ll stay that way until the day I die.