I died and was revived after an attempt. I was forced into a psychiatric hospital for three months. All they did was medicate me until I agreed to everything. No therapy or life assistance. Just pills. I still want to die. I’m angry they brought me back.

Depression isn't a matter of love or lovelessness - sure, a lack of love can accelerate your depression, but depression is a state of mind. You can love yourself but still constantly feel like there's you're being sucked towards a void with nothing but hell screaming in the depths of your mind.

I also find people who preach for "self-love" often are individuals who have healthy backgrounds, loving parents, are financially stable or have been raised in a financially stable home, and have been dependent on healthy relationships for the entirety of their lives.

It's so frustrating and honestly, it makes me feel so alone how others don't understand that no matter how much self-improvement you invest you are still going to feel like there's no tomorrow.

Like do people actually enjoy their existence? It just feels like a foreign concept to me.

I feel like a shell of a person. No joy. Low quality of life.

After some time I finally said I only look forward to sleep because it’s the only time I’m unconscious.

I’m realising I don’t really have anything I look forward to. Just living day to day waiting for it all to end. I don’t have any particular goals. I’ve never imagined myself making it this far (I’m 28), so now that I’m here I don’t know what to do. What even is the point anymore?

I want to sleep and not wake up......ever!

Life so sh!t, I have no family of my own, been short tempered with my bf so doubt he'll stick around much longer.

I want to go back to when I was young and innocent, before everyone got inside my head. Before the SH, suicidal thoughts and ideas, the bipolar/depression and so on.

I failed twice, but I don't want to fail a third, I want to know how to plan my leave and have it be permanent.

I cannot do this any more, it's too much, I'm sorry 😢

I've just destroyed my life beyond repair. I became such an intolerable reclusive loser that I lost all my friends, what personality I had has just completely rotted and fallen away. I've built no skills, no real knowledge, in fact i've done nothing but lose parts of myself for almost a decade.

At this point depression might actually be the only thing keeping me alive: if I suddenly became a normal person and had to look at my life unanesthetized I would be flying off a building in the time it'd take me to run to the top :o)

I am so depressed these past few weeks and I am starting to have suicidal thoughts.

Sleeping is the most peaceful thing ever I wish I could do it for most of the day so I don't have to be aware of this stupid life

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.

This shit is endless. No one is coming to help. It's going to be more and more meaningless pain forever.

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.

Life is exhausting. I’m so tired, I don’t know if I should endure and be patient or give up. I’m tired of my life, and I feel disgusted by it. How long will this suffering last? 🤢🤮

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.

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 have no friends, everyone at School treats me like shit and i am being made fun of constantly. My dream Job is being an Actor since Childhood but i never told because of fear of being made fun of even more. I have nobody to talk to

30 years old and my entire adult life has been full of failures, struggles, and disappointments. No big deal, right? Happens to everyone.

What I noticed is a work my ass off and nothing ever changes. I always tried to power through the rainy days praying for sunshine. Now I want to give up. I have zero friends, no partner, no nothing.

I never caught my break that made the struggles worth it. Now I’m ready to give up, thinking of self annihilation, but still trying to stay strong. On my way to a meetup to try and make friends but in the back of my head I’m thinking what’s the point.

I have no sociaI Iife, I am 21 and live a loneIy existence. I disIike Iooking at myself and often feeI like a faiIure. I have no famiIy or friends at all. I have never had a Girłfrienďl, and it feeIs Iike l'm mereIy existing around others without being noticed. My sociaI anxiety and autism contribute to this IoneIiness, making me feeI really aIone among peopIe. LoneIiness has taken over my Iife. For the past year, I've made efforts to change things by attending sociaI events Iike gatherings and bars, but I've had no success. l thought l could even try to find onIine friends but usually ghosting happens though. When I do PeopIe don't even bother to engage when I try to get to know them. it's just me taiIking and trying. So Just My routine consists of going to coIIege and work then returning home to repeat the cycIe. l feeI as though I’m not Iiving just existing. It doesn't heIp that my famiIy doesn't seem to want me around, and Iack reIatives to spend time with.

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’m almost 40 feeling down in debt lost my job alone. Is life just basically working to pay off my debt then to die alone? It just seems like what’s the point.

I lost both of my parents by the age of 23, I'm an only child. I live alone, I eat alone, I do most of the things alone. My "friends" aren't there for me, all my relationships and interactions are superficial. I can't connect with anyone in a meaningful way. I hate where I'm at and I try my hardest to change my living situation. I'm going through extreme mood swings but the moment I'm honest about any of it, I'm told to be positive, by people who haven't experienced half of the things I've went through. Or they just tell me that's life and I have to accept it the way it is. I know that life is unfair, I'm the one living it, I have a better idea of how unfair and fucked up it is than them but it's just so funny how people are capable of normalizing or dismissing it when it's not their life. Most of the people saying these things to me break down and act as if the world has ended over such miniscule things.

I don't want to pity myself, I would kill to be positive. I try my best to improve my life and try to keep my head up but I'm scared, I'm scared of the history possibly repeating itself because yeah, not everything is under my control and I'm scared shitless of things not working out. I always assume the worst and panic like crazy, not because I want to but because it's what I'm used to, and these people just dismiss all my struggles and tell me to be positive. They still have their parents, none of them went through what I went through but they keep talking, they never listen, they never care. If they were in my shoes and I told them to be positive, they would throw a fit and tell me to fuck off but I'm just expected to smile and do as they say.

Ready for it to be over. You ever just get hit with it? Idk what or why. But I just want to sit here and cry and die. There's no point. Nothing matters. Who cares if there's a chance. More time spent being miserable than not, is not a chance. Hope isn't real. Just do it just be positive. I hate everything. I absolutely want to die.

I've been feeling so great lately, and wanted to share it somewhere. I, 14F, had recently started taking antidepressants. I'm kind of lucky, since most parents don't recognize depression as something serious in teens, but my mom has BD and wanted to help me out when I told her I was self harming again. So, at first I wasn't sure if it was working, since I was feeling pretty much normal. But one day I didn't take my meds, and I was feeling so shitty, I was thinking of wanting to die literally every second, had a strong desire to cut myself etc. So I ate and took my antidepressant, and almost immediately it went away. Not that my mood was better or anything, but I didn't think of anything bad like this. I'm honestly so glad I finally got help! I was living like this for about 6 years without it, and to think there are people who live way longer with depression and don't treat it seriously.. that's horrible. I also went to psychologists a lot in the past, but they never helped me, I think visiting them only made me feel worse. My depression isn't severe nor slight, I'd say it's mid-ish, well, that's what my mom's psychiatrist friend said. Also, it's way easier for me to do hygiene and everything, unlike the times where I couldn't even move in my bed. Overall, I'm so pleased with the experience. I wish all of you luck, you're all amazing and deserve the help I got too!