My personal life is already a mess. Now I’m getting trolled on Reddit which was my only safe space. I’m done you guys. Cheers

I’m ugly, short, dumb, slow, no one treats right. I can’t go out, I have to lock myself in my room. People are rude to me, they’re not letting me live my life, everyone is so fucking rude. I don’t wanna sound corny but I used to be intelligent, that’s something I had to prove myself but now because of depression, my iq has lowered to the level that I can’t even remember the basic things. I already have ocd, I think I’ve developed adhd now, I forget things so quickly. I can’t do anything. I’m a freshman, I’m taking the easiest classes yet I’m struggling. I wanna drop out but I’m not rich so I need to study to get a job. I messed up with fafsa, I can’t go to work, I got treated like sh*t when I worked in the past. I attempted but I survived, even if I try again, I’ll probably fail again. My mom is stopping me rn, I wish she was dead so I could’ve done something major to end my life. I’m not meant for this life, I have no purpose and I will never be happy. Everyone is fucking better than me, I’m a loser. I fucking hate everyone and god.

I have a torn hip (no treatment for it) and am in excruciating unbearable constant pain since 2018. I cant work or afford to live without being raped for money but I cant buy a gun because I’ve been hospitalized for trying to kill myself. Please make it stop dear Lord or whoever is out there. Life can’t be this.

i dont think there is anyone out there who would wants to sleep with me or want to start a relationship with me and i hate being alone , i am invisible to women around me none of them would give one fuck about me , i fantasize about being loved but i cant have it , i hate living this life every single second , i have a massive forehead and i have bad teeth also i am quite skinny fixing all of this would require a lot of money i dont have that kind of money , it may take 4 years or more to get that money , what do i do until then? continue to endure this life? also lets say even if i do all of that and continue to endure it for several years and fix my looks and i get in a relationship with someone and they ask me why have i been single all this time how will i answer that? if i tell them the truth they will just respond "aw do u want me to feel sorry for u do u want me to treat u as a victim u were so desperate for love" and then they would just leave me , so what would i do in that situation ? just lie but lying would be a bad foundation for a relationship and youd have to cover it with so many other lies , also i wanted someone who is a virgin cus i am one myself but that seems impossible as i grow older , i feel truly alone there is none there for me none to comfort me none cares for me , i am really tired i hate each second of my life

Is there ANYTHING else I can do? Suicide seems to be the only option. I want to end my life because I have an abusive partner and I feel as if I have no other choice because I have nowhere else to go. I feel stuck. I’ve been with my abusive partner since last April and he became abusive when I moved in with him and his mother a month later. He has threatened to beat me, grabbed me by the neck, grabbed me and restricted my movement against my will, threatens me, once drove the car recklessly during an argument and said if we crash it would be my fault, pushed and shoved me to the point I flew across the hallway, doesn’t care about my mental health or trauma and invalidates them by saying the worst, most unsupportive and mean things, threatens to kick me out regularly, threatens to take all my belongings, and threatened to kick me out and take everything when I confronted him about his abuse in one scenario. He got beaten up by two guys for putting his hands on me and blames me for it and says I put his life at risk. He lies and denies abusing me and tries to manipulate me repeatedly. I don’t know what to do. I was abused as a child and I feel as if getting abused is inevitable for me and due to this, I must take my own life. Is there anything else I can do? If not, I’m going to end it. I’ve been dealing with this for 11 months and I am giving up on fighting. I feel as if I’m a horrible person and that I deserve to get abused. I should take my own life as no one would care if I do it. Is there ANYTHING I can do AT ALL?

There is a lot of required context. I will try to keep it as brief and vague about personal details as possible. This is a burner account. God forbid anyone find out I'm planning this.

Last year, I was relocated against my will due to my father kicking us out of the house. I currently live in the middle of nowhere. I got a job when I first moved here; I have since lost said job. I cannot afford therapy, don't have insurance, access to previous pay stubs to apply for unemployment, a college or tech degree, no specialized skills, and even if I did, no one wants to hire a tranny in a small town red state. I don't have a car, so I would have to walk to work (as I did with my previous one). There is only so much I can do as far as getting a job, and my options have already run dry.

I have uncontrollable outbursts of anger followed by self harm and/or taking my anger out on inanimate objects. I have severe social anxiety, low self esteem, no self worth, consistent and persistent suicidal thoughts, no support system, and I've been off of my SSRI's for a year and a half because my therapist flaked out on me. I can't even afford my usual coping mechanism (getting so high that I can't even think) because I don't have money left to spend or a source of income. I know I sound like an idiot, but it was genuinely the only thing keeping me sane.

I am writing this in a completely level headspace. I am not considering suicide out of desperation for attention or an immediate response to a traumatic event. I see this as my only rational option. I have no other choice.

What do I do??

everyone else is free of their seasonal depression. i can feel the sun on my face and it is warm and full of love. everything is coming back to life. and i STILL want to die. people get so happy everything is good in spring and i never feel worse and more alone. i feel like im dying. i wish i was dying. i get little bits of hope i go outside and feel better and as soon as i get a moment to think it all comes back. relapsing worse than ever. i want to be numb and dead.

Be happy with him. Live a good life. Love your kids. Goodbye my love.

I’ve been struggling financially for almost a year. I was finally starting to get to a better place and tonight i got into a car accident and my vehicle is wrecked. Without it i cant get to either of my jobs. I have nowhere near enough money for another one. I dont know what im going to do but this seems like the “one more thing” that I’ve been waiting for. It feels like its time to check out. I just dont know what else to do.

It’s been shit my whole life and it will always be shit. I hate that I am forced to live. My mother should have just had an abortion if she didn’t want me instead of abandoning me.

That's all I need

it seems like no matter how hard i try ill never be good enough. men only see me for my body, family needs me to be perfect 24/7, college sucks, and no one actually cares. i’m over everything. there’s no point anymore. i hate telling people how im feeling because anytime i open up it seems like it’s all little things that i couldn’t probably be upset about. but those little things add up. the name calling, the screaming, the cursing, everything. just want to stop breathing.

I don’t want to explain what happened, tonight’s the closest I’ve ever come to doing it. Please tell me not to do it, I’m struggling

I graduated high school two years ago and still don’t have a job. My life has drastically changed since then and I just don’t see a point anymore.

This is quite lengthy, so I’ve put a TL;DR at the bottom of this post

To start things off, I enrolled in an automotive class as part of the school’s career start program. Towards the end of the school year, there was this HUGE certification test that all students in this course had to take. I studied my ass off for this test and passed it on my first try. I started looking at mechanic jobs after graduating and that’s when my dad tells me “you don’t want a job as a mechanic” because of how stressful it is. It would’ve been nice if he told me that BEFORE I signed up to be in a class SPECIFICALLY FOR this career path.

And with every. Fucking. Job I look at, he always has something negative to say about them and tells me how they wouldn’t be right for me.
Oh, and that certification I mentioned? Yeah, it expires next week and has not come in handy ever since I earned it.
All that time. ALL THAT FUCKING TIME that I spent, learning about cars, studying and stressing for the certification, just to be told that this career isn’t right for me.

I’ve mentioned in previous posts that I have pet birds. Both of them mean the world to me, but unfortunately, one of them had to be put down back in September. This has been the worst heartbreak I’ve ever experienced and I still have ptsd from this. The bird in question, she was just a few weeks old when we got her and she was the first ever family pet; she was the best thing that’s ever happened to my family. A month prior to her death, they had their annual checkup appointment and she was perfectly healthy, but one morning, she started pooping blood and was rushed to the emergency vet. They basically said that there was nothing they could do to save her… they did mention surgery, but her chances of survival were slim to none; and even if she did survive, she would be in pain for the rest of her life and we didn’t want to put her through that. This was a very difficult conversation to have, but we decided to put her down. Nothing has been the same since. I wouldn’t be who I am today if it weren’t for both birds and losing them has always been my biggest fear. She was taken way too soon; the average lifespan of her species is 20-30 years and she was only 6. She was also one of a kind and it hurts knowing that there will never be another one like her.

Throughout the grieving process, DAD hasn’t been helpful in the slightest. He just keeps telling me to let go and move forward.
Right.
How am I supposed to move on from losing one of the two most important things that I can’t live without? He’s never been close to the birds, but me? I’m literally their favorite person. Even at the vet’s office, she flew to me before being sedated. Mom, my brother, and I are the closest with the birds and the last 7 months haven’t been easy for any of us; dad’s starting to show his true colors and it’s even made mom depressed.

I barely get by most days and I’ve been having suicidal thoughts ever since September. The future I imagined two years ago is not at all the way it’s supposed to be and I feel like I’m losing everything all at once. I’m so numb right now and I hardly even take care of myself anymore. As each day passes by, the weight in my chest keeps getting heavier and heavier and I almost crash out most nights. I just want to go back in time to 2023 before everything became dark..

I didn’t mention this, but with the late bird, we almost lost her in April of 23 and that was when shit hit the fan for the family.

TL;DR: Took a career start class in my senior year, and then my VERY supportive father tells me that this career, that I just earned a certification for, isn’t right for me.

Lost a pet that meant everything. Supportive father isn’t helpful with the grieving process and has been showing his true colors, making it difficult for the rest of the family to function.

Short fucking history, my friends betrayed me to push me into a fight only to laugh (I have serious anger issues that they know about), my mother fucking hates me and my Dad can't say shit to my mother even though he doesn't agree with her. and some stupid random bully that I trusted a little because he Greets me on sports just made a list of the ugliest guys in the classroom and I got the crown of the ugliest man in school, at first I just thought of killing myself on the school bathroom and guilt trip this bully but my friends started to push me to fight with him, I almost fell for this but I realized that I was going to be molested by punches if I done this, so I started to be dramatic to cope the fact that I'm weak and couldn't be better than this but I discovered that my friends were staging this this shit for me, one of them even helped the bully with the list and blinked to the bully. Im not even sad about killing myself anymore, I have tried before but my dumb ass failed and I needed to lie like a fucking actor to my family only to them to think I give a shit, I only felt bad and cried for my sister and father but the rest was actively shiting on my life, after that my life got to heaven because everyone just started acting and stopped to be honest, wich I kinda did since my 8 years.

And just don't do it because because I fell fear of failing and another thing that I just don't know what it is but it is there, and I used a fucking Chinese Ai to help me with the fear of failing. It's so over to me.

Well I hope y'all enjoyed me talking about the consequences of me being a selfish, neddy, dramatic, weak and ugly boy.

Sorry for the English, it isn't Mt first language.

So I have alot of issues all steeming from my gender that I was born as and with things that has happend over the years, my ex setting my hair on fire, me having to live in a relationship and hide my gender causing me to gain nearly 100 extra lbs, the woman who gave birth to me recently telling me to kms cause ill never be a woman,

I look in the mirror and I hate my body I hate the thing in between my legs, I hate my voice I hate the body hair and facial hair, I hate my broad shoulders and I hate my big feet I hate that I'm 6 foot 4, I hate that I'm over 300lbs and I can't loose weight, I walk at least 5 miles a day and I have got an eating disorder now that I can't eat anything without forcing myself to throw up, I hate that I have no one to talk to, no friends no family and no help from medical professionals, I hate that I keep trying and I take 1 step forward then a giant leap back, I believe I am cursed, I think no one will ever care, and I think I'll never be the woman I want to be, even after 5 months of hormones diy i'm not getting any closer to being happy, apart from slightly puffy nipples that are sore and itchy, no noticeable changes or anything,

I hate that I can't shave 2 times a day and I still have a stubble, I hate that I can't wear cute clothes or shoes cause 1 they don't fit me and 2 they won't suit me, I have to wear hoodies and jeans, or legging cause I'm fat, ugly, and want to hide myself, and no matter how hard I try to loose weight nothing changes, and the think I hate the most is that no matter how hard I try to get help the nhs and my doctor and any mental health services I try to talk to, doesn't want to do anything, they don't want to help they don't care, My name is Charlotte Saoirse Anastasia and i am 26 years old, mtf trans woman, i get called sir so many times that i dont wven get angry or sad i just go home and hurt my self, well person who gave birth to me fine I'll kms cause it seems like the only reason I'll be happy

Literally all we do is work to the bone to feed ourselves for decades until we die. I’m 24 and about to enter the workforce. Why do we do this? Why is working to death an end in itself? I’m not ready to just be another replaceable cog in the machine

I will continue suffering indefinitely and very well possibly for the rest of my life which may be decades. I can’t handle the unbearable pain and regret I feel every single day. This won’t end unless I die. I need to die and it doesn’t look like the universe will be doing me the favour of killing me, so it is up to me to make the difficult awful choice to do it myself. I don’t want to kill myself but I want to die so desperately. So I am again desperately begging anyone and anything to please give me some mercy and just kill me. Please kill me. Please.

I never leave my house anymore. I have extremely severe ADHD that is super debilitating (wasn’t treated when I was a child). Now that I got my prescription for meds, there’s a huge shortage and I haven’t been able to get them. I just got kicked off my mother’s healthcare.

I had to quit school because I couldn’t manage it. No job will hire me (I’ve applied to so many and been to a few interviews). Some days my ADHD and many other mental and physical conditions are so debilitating or distracting that I can barely take care of my pets (I live with family who help me care for them).

My family is extremely dysfunctional, I have a long history of abuse and neglect from my family, and abuse from partners. I left my best friend recently because he was extremely toxic and borderline abusive to me. I barely have any other friends because all my friends would take advantage of my kindness or are too busy to talk or see me.

I can’t leave because I have no source of income and there is nowhere for me to stay. I also live in a super high cost of living city.

My only passion left besides my pets was the music scene I’m in. I was pressured by former friends to publicly expose a local band for bad acts even though I was anxious. I did so and talked to many bands and promoters and still the band is performing and faced no backlash. This had made me lose faith. It’s my last straw.

Why should I live? My life has been a massive failure. I don’t believe in good in the world anymore, at least not the way I used to.

I have absolutely nothing left. I’ve been stuck with my verbally abusive mother with hardly any support for years, and I finally can’t fucking take it anymore. Either I somehow manage to get enough money to move out (all my money is going into schooling rn and I live in one of the most expensive cities in the world) or I fucking kill myself. I’m leaning towards the later currently, and my only option seems to be overdose, but it’ll take wayyy to long to do the job, and I just don’t feel ready.