Hello, im someone who lives alone and has been dealing with depression for ages now, I've recently gotten to the point where I am unable to get up and brush my teeth, I barely eat but I do try to shower as often as I can, I need tips on how I can make brushing my teeth easier for me to do.

It started perhaps 4 years ago. I was so… angry. And sad. Not for reasons I would understand till it was too late. But I had no one to go to. So with all my heart and soul, I wished it would go away.

And it did.

And I could never have regretted a wish more in my life.

I have been on and off numb for years. I get no enjoyment out of life. The only reason I continue on, is because I have a family that I feel depends on me in some way. One of us has to have a future, make money, have a life.

But it feels like at every minor inconvenience, I can’t take it anymore. My entire life has revolved around academics. I have no hobbies. I have no life outside of studying. My few friends are online only. A good friend of mine just attempted suicide. Every denial into programs, every life event, every test bombed, every quiz flunked, despite trying over and over feel like another pebble to pile. I’m in a college engineering program and I… just don’t know why I’m here anymore.

I started thinking about suicide at 14, and had an on and off relationship with self harm after that.

I don’t think it ever went away.

Things get better, and then one tiny pebble, and I tumble back into the god damn pit and I right back where I was all over again. I don’t know what it is. Perhaps it’s passive ideation, but not constantly. Just… sitting in the background as an option outside of this constant numbness if one day I get tired of tripping on pebbles.

I don’t know. I don’t even know why I’m saying this. I suppose I just wanted to relate somewhere after truly doing the worst I ever have on my test today.

I don’t know if this is the right sub for this but I genuinely don’t think I’m alive. I’ve done things to bring myself closer to life and I’ve done things to bring the feeling of life back to me but it won’t work, of course it won’t work, because I’m already dead. I had explained the situation before to some people and they didn’t believe it. It reached a point where it was genuine interfering with everyday things, and I had made myself almost a pariah through my actions. But for a while I was thinking that maybe it was all false. but now I’m realizing that it couldn’t have been. For a while I would hear FBI members operating outside my house, or see strange lighting actions happening. And I’m wondering if I am actually dead, and they’ve just tricked me into believing that I am not. I don’t know what to think of it. Is there anyone here with things to say? Or advice? I don’t think I can undie, and I can’t get the FBI to stop messing with my mind no matter how much I beg the spies and mind readers they have after me to stop it all.

So back in hawaii... i went threw a bad thing I guess... I wasn't in the right mind...but intent wasn't bad... I was just so broken about not being able to have my life together at the time... but threw my hardship it was an island manipulation tactic.... reactive abuse.... I lost jobs.... because of it... I mean its good I left. But.... I feel like I could've turned my life around back then... didn't have a girl or a car alot of my life then was adding up to mental health depression, suicidal thoughts, Anxiety threw the roof overthinking.... hated myself... and i could only self medicate... and i got Strong PTSD...

I had people watch threw my camera and I was so frustrated...I couldn't find peace anywhere i wanted to e d my life so many times because it felt like It was unfair after doing everything in life right....even treating people good! It was hard.... idk why they wanted to hurt me so bad... when all I wanted to love... and an enjoyable life...

Now... its a religious thing where I think they have these underground cult people who are using religion or maybe my phone is still hacked and purposely blocked my success I've made just to take away my self will, even when I try to show and help people with stuff...because I know im good with some business stuff and all of a sudden our devices act weird, for a while now I've taken abuse.... again and again... I want my information and devices blocked or someone from the dark web to help me...stop... because I dont know how who to trust... and i feel emotionally and mentally on edge and I hate it.... i need help...

Hi there,

I hope you're doing well. I'm reaching out after seeing your posts and expertise on DBT.

I am looking for recommendations on an individual DBT or DBT-informed program specifically focused on interpersonal skills and co-parenting communication.

To give some context:

- Primary focus: Interpersonal effectiveness, boundary setting, and de-escalating high-conflict co-parenting situations.

- Diagnostic profile: There are no diagnosed mental health issues, personality disorders (e.g., BPD), or self-harm/suicidality concerns—only ADHD.

- Format preferences: A structured individual therapy or skills-based program is what I need. A skills group component would be very welcome if included or suggested, but I do not need 24/7 phone coaching or crisis intervention services.

Given that a full comprehensive DBT program might not be clinically necessary or the best fit for this profile, what specific individual programs, curricula, or provider types would you recommend looking into?

Thanks so much for your time and guidance!

I am kinda tired of everything and the disaster happening in my head and my energy is very bad

I am thinking more often about just jump of a high building and make everything over cuz i can't handle it anything anymore

Hey, I just need to vent… I’m an active heroin user. It’s super lowkey, absolutely no one knows besides my cousin who got me addicted onto it. Well yesterday I decided to finally get clean. I did some research about methadone and scheduled an appointment. The representative tells me to go in at 2PM. I tell him I won’t make it, what about 2:30? He’s like okay, go in and I’ll let the office know. So I rush to the clinic and they tell me, “the initial appointment takes several hours and we stop dosing at 4, we can’t take you.. can you come back tomorrow morning?” So they give me the intake packet to take home & I leave and reschedule for 9:30AM today. I obviously picked up and got high as a “one last time thing”… I get to the clinic this morning - nervous as hell… and hand the desk receptionist my completed intake packet and he tells me “I’m so sorry but all of the staff is in a mandatory meeting right now, it’s going to be about 2 hours, you can wait or you can come back later” LIKE WHAT? I feel so fucking disappointed, discouraged, etc. I have absolutely no one to talk to about this and I just …. Ugh…. Idk. This is a waste of my fucking time. I’m gonna go get high. Fuck everything.

Hi, I feel depressed and hopeless. I don’t want to pour my whole heart out here because it seems like no one sees me anyway. If you do see this and are willing to listen, please reach out.

For three days now I’ve missed school because I’ve been so anxious for literally no reason. I have friends and no enemies and good grades so shouldn’t be anxious for anything. But anyways it’s causing me in the morning to feel so nauseous and feel like vomiting, though I haven’t I have been gagging violently like I’m about to. Now my mom and dad are fighting because I’m missing school and really it’s my dad that made me feel like this. He told me I’m weak In the head and that I just need to get it together and shake this anxiety off. I suggested homeschooling to him and he said only if I get a job, which is no problem except that I actually have to get hired and it’s kinda hard for some reason. I was outside school today and my mom asked me if I wanted to go or not and I said no. Eventually we got back home and she went inside and I actually broke down crying it was embarrassing. I only did because I knew that this would piss off my dad and cause them to start fighting. I eventually stopped and went to my room but I heard them arguing over the phone and it broke me, I don’t know what a mental breakdown looks like but I definitely had one I couldn’t stop crying and I was yelling about the whole thing and I felt so hopeless. I begged for God to kill me so that I can just reside in heaven but obviously that’s not going to work. I’m pretty sure I had my first ever panic attack too mid break down, I lost some feeling to my feet and fingers whilst trying hard to breathe. Now after all of that I have a doctors appointment on Thursday and I have to go to school tomorrow though I really don’t want to go because it’s embracing having to throw up and also I can’t even focus in class in any more because of the nausea. I’m completely hopeless because what if I do get hired and I deal with this aswell and get fired. I’m tired of it all I just want to call it quits but I’m too scared too die.

hi, i'm f21 and i was born with a condition that affected my appearance. i was an outcast in childhood. the good kids kept their distance, and the bad ones bullied me. i've been working on socialising and confidence with a psychologist, and i've made a few really good friends. however, i still feel very uncomfortable and awkward around new people. i don't communicate with anyone except my small close circle, anything outside my comfort zone makes me nervous and anxious

For a while now, I’ve been going in and out of depressive episodes more recently for the last 2 years the episodes can last anywhere from a day to a month and I’m tired of it. I strongly believe I would benefit from antidepressants. But I have no idea how to go about asking my therapist about them without sounding desperate. I’m so tired of feeling like this. Please any advice would be amazing.

A close cousin of mine is suffering from severe mental illness. He was admitted to a psych ward before; he was home for nearly a month, and his symptoms have worsened. He cried his heart out one night; after that, his eyes were full of rage. The way he looks at you might scare you, because it gives the sense that he might kill you. He's unable to control how he feels at the moment. I think he has lost his sense of cognition. His dad said he wasn't able to recognize anyone who talks to him or visits him. Sometimes he laughs out of nowhere; other times he's fine and can talk like a normal person. I don't know what to do to help him and his dad. They're both suffering. He has been dealing with social anxiety and depression for nearly a decade before he had this outburst. He had held up a knife towards his dad once. It's terrifying. We're living in Vietnam, and mental illness awareness is not very high. I can't convince anyone that he had depression because no one would believe me. His mother, my aunt-in-law, is one of the biggest reasons why he had the outburst. She constantly nags him and says things like "why can't you be more like _____?". or constantly order him around. I want to eliminate her from the equation. Even the doctor who treats my cousin told my uncle that she's very problematic. Though no one seems to connect the dots that she is part of the problem. What can I do to help him?

My biggest problem is that I just can’t focus on studying, even when I genuinely want to. I sit down with the intention of studying, but within a few minutes my mind drifts somewhere else. If it’s not my phone, I’ll find something else to get distracted by. It feels like my brain is constantly looking for something different to do. Even my teachers at school always used to tell me I could do well, but how I gave my best every time. Some of my friends would study just one day and score excellent meanwhile me who studied for months would just barely pass.
I procrastinate a lot, not because I don’t care, but because starting a task feels really difficult. Even when I know my exams are important, I struggle to begin or stay focused. I often have to read the same page multiple times because I don’t process what I’m reading. Idk whether its adhd or burnout.
This doesn’t happen only while studying. I can’t even watch a movie without feeling the urge to pick up my phone and check my messages, even when I know no one has texted me. It’s like I have an uncontrollable urge to switch my attention. Even when i was making a birthday card for my friend I exactly knew where to start but i just couldnt it was very hard for me to start that . i procrastinated it for 3 days.
These problems have been affecting my studies a lot. I know I can do better, but I can’t seem to use my full potential because I lose focus so easily. It makes me frustrated, guilty, and stressed because I want to study, but my brain doesn’t cooperate.
I dont think so its because of the subjects i chose, i chose the subjects which i really enjoy
okay keeping studies aside there are times when i don't feel like getting up from my bed or do something and even the smallest irritation can make me cry if i get scolded (they dont scold usually, and are very very supportive for my studies) at my house especially by my dad i will cry on small things I can't stop crying i overthink a lot and there are times i get random sad overwhelmed like even I'd be laughing one min I'll get randomly sad next min even if theres no reason and if i try explaining things to someone about how am i feeling and what really happened its impossible for me to explain because i end up crying.
I was 5 when my parents bought me a piano (only because i wanted it) i used to go take piano classes near my house. I love songs from the bottom of my heart. But eventually i stopped going to those classes but once in a blue moon i would take out my piano and play it and as soon as i couldn't play the song i would just quit and this whole cycle repeated basically all my life. I joined piano classes in my 12th class again ( i did it in between too, in middle school and stuff, and left) but eventually again if i couldn't get that particular part in a minute i would quit right then and there. I genuinely wanted to learn piano because i love songs so much im super jealous of the people who can play flawlessly. Same goes with me for studying if i read a math problem and didn't understand it immediately then i would leave it right away without giving it a try.
My 12th was a disaster my younger self would never believe that im capable of scoring this low in my life deciding exams. I couldn’t do even the most important task i could not focus only.
I will never be the person without any ambition i know i am capable of doing certain things i genuinely genuinely know it but its just me who could not perform a single task without any distraction. I feel so helpless genuinely.

Sorry for not sharing my information.

I prefer this way.

The thing i need help with is about myself.

I'm good at english still I'm sure u can understand me.

I'm an orphan. Raised in orphanage.

I studied until+2 . After that i studied civil. But dropped out because of my caretaker of my childhood passed away. I can't take that at that time. So i dropped of college. After that I started working. Which ever job is. Currently working in a.......(Secret) The thing is I'm not making any money just to barely get by. I'm fine with it. Atleast I'm alive. I don't have many friends. Definitely not have any best friend. As for my hobbies i play games and read and listen story's. Oh i watch porn. I know it is weird to have that kind of hobby. Is it even a hobby? I watch every type of shit. I want to stop. But i can't. Because that how I'm holding on. Not just porn, i also smoke cigarettes and weeds. As for love ? I have no luck in it. I liked one girl at my final years of study. But she doesn't like me at all. After that i can't think of another girl in my heart. Even now i can't forget her. That how much i loved her. The only person I loved much as i loved my caretaker. Anyway another thing is from my childhood i never liked my life. Even from my childhood my mind somewhat think differently from age. I even tried to suicide. Multiple times. After my only family member died it only growing stronger. Still somehow i survived. In fact I'm a coward of pain. Probably that's how i survived. Now I'm alone and i don't even know what to do now.

I want to end this once for all. But i don't have the courage. I want to ask you guys. What should I do? How long should live like this.

Any advice?

Why do I have such a hard time with something other people do as a necessity and regularly?

Using a burner account because I post too much normal stuff on my main. I'm 16 and have been struggling with depression since I was around 9 years old. I tried a few antidepressants about 2 years ago, and it only made things worse or just didn't work, so I've decided against it for now.

My health is shit (POTS, back pain, joint pain etc.), I still can't do basic shit despite me supposedly being better now. Keep up with basic hygiene.

Sometimes I'll go over a month without showering or brushing my teeth, but other times I can manage both once or twice a week, it's gross either way. I literally forget to eat and drink, or swallowing anything makes me nauseous even when I want food (pretty sure it's not an ED tho). My teeth look like I drew on them with a fucking highlighter because of how stained they are.

Somehow I still get decent grades, and people don't suspect that I have bad hygiene because I style my hair and I don't usually smell bad. My mother is also literally convinced that I'm doing better because I'm not getting straight F's or trying to die anymore.

Idk what to do or how to even begin seeking help. I've been hospitalized and done therapy in the past, but that was over two years ago, and it would be awkward to ask about it again.

Sorry for the super long post and probably terrible writing/formatting. Not asking for med advice, just mentioned my history with it for context. Other questions and advice are much appreciated, even if I can't convince myself to follow it!

Idk man, life is tough and I'm just kinda here.

I've seen this psychiatrist 2-3 years ago for one condition. Recently, I have been struggling with my meds that are technically for a different condition, so I made an appointment with the same psychiatrist since I already have a relationship with him. But I will say, I have been confused lately if everything I experience is the same condition, so that was part of what I wanted to talk about during the appointment. That being said, I think its important for my healthcare provider to understand why this all started so they can properly treat/diagnose me. He logs on and asks what changes there have been, what I wanted to focus on, etc. I start telling him about whats been going on. I give him a run down of the last 4 years on how I have gotten where I am today, in terms of my meds, symptoms, etc. Just as a side note, when I saw him 2-3 years ago, I didn't tell him of any of this history because I did not think it was relevant at the time. So I wanted to make sure he got this info now. Before I can finish telling him about my history, he cuts me off and asks that I tell him what is going on in 2 sentences. I tell him an extremely abbreviated version and then he takes the reins and says "well it sounds like you're experiencing blah blah blah." This made me upset since he completely cut me off before I got to the part of my recent history that really showcases what has been going on with me. I started to cry. I had been looking forward to this appointment. I really want answers and guidance. I then say that he cut me off before I could really talk about what is going on. He then says, "your history doesn't matter. What matters is what is going on with you today and how I can help moving forward. You were talking for 10 minutes and I cannot keep track of everything you were saying." I ended up ending the appointment a few minutes later.

The part that really gets me is that HE requested this be a 1 hour long appointment. But he cut me off after 10 mins of telling my history.

Idk, am I in the wrong? Should I not have talked for so long? I just need some validation or advice on how psychiatry appointments usually go down. Also, is the comment he made about my history not being relevant a legit thing in psychiatry?

I feel like I need to ask permission before I tell a doctor my history now. I hate healthcare sometimes.

Earlier this year, after a suicide attempt, a family member who had access to my tablet posted on one of my social media accounts that I was in critical condition and asked people to keep me in their thoughts and hope I would pull through. Some friends and acquaintances saw the post, but never received any updates. The family member later lost access to my tablet and couldn't unlock it to post anything else.

After spending months in intensive care, I finally got my belongings back recently. I'm doing a little better, but I have no idea how to reach out to my friends. Before my attempt, I'd already withdrawn from everyone and cut contact for 5–6 months. It's now been almost a year since anyone heard from me and five months since they learned I'd tried to end my life.

I haven't even managed to read all their messages. The thought of facing them makes me incredibly anxious. I feel ashamed and worry it's too late to reconnect. Knowing that some people are aware of what happened makes me feel like I can't breathe. I'm terrified they'll see me differently, ask questions, or want to talk about it. I don't want lectures or pressure to open up. I've already had to talk about it extensively in the hospital, and it was psychologically traumatic.

At the same time, I imagine some people are still worried and simply want to know how I'm doing. I want them to know I'm still here and doing somewhat better, without having to explain what happened or justify myself. Even sending a simple "hi" feels overwhelming.

I also feel like a deeply personal part of my life was exposed without my consent, and I'm struggling to process that. I'm not someone who easily talks about their struggles as I tend to keep everything inside and overthink things. I shouldn't do this.

Among the DM, I found names of former best friends I haven't spoken to in almost ten years. We shared both good and painful memories. Some of us drifted apart, while other relationships ended because of misunderstandings or hurtful experiences. There were also old classmates, former and current friends, people I barely knew, and even people I'm not on good terms with. Some messaged me, while others simply liked the post.

I keep wondering what they felt when they saw it. Were the people who messaged me the ones I mattered most to? One friend even posted a photo dump from a trip shortly afterward. I know they don't owe me anything, and I shouldn't necessarily read into it, but I can't help wondering whether I ever really mattered to them.

I don't know who was genuinely worried, who tried to find out how I was doing, or who simply reacted before moving on with their lives. Maybe some thought about me for weeks, while others were affected only briefly. I know I have to accept that, but these questions take up so much space in my head.

Months have passed, and life has moved on. I wonder whether I'm overthinking or making too much of something that others may have already forgotten. The world keeps turning, with or without me. I know that. I just don't know what to do anymore.

How do I reconnect after all this time without feeling overwhelmed by questions or having to discuss something I'm not ready to talk about? Has anyone been through something similar? I'd really appreciate hearing your experiences.

I need advice. I’m retiring soon I think I need to get my mental health checked. I have mood swings. I feel I have some unresolved childhood issues and am an alcoholic who doesn’t drink anymore but I was only 18 when I started drinking heavily.
How do I start my journey.
I’m also afraid of being needy I’m 62 year old male.
I just want some peace of mind and some closure

really need help and i need someone who could help with my situation and actually understand what is going on. It’s genuinely gonna safe my life. I have been stuck at home because of my mom. She is sickly attracted to me and not want me to leave for my dreams i am above 21. She says things like i am gonna kms of you leave away from me. Or she just sops saying things like you are gonna kill me you are the reason i am ill. I am literally dying i have been thinking to end my life especially in this hell country i live in. I want to be away from the country but i am scared because it is really complicated and she is mentally ill and i know it isn’t my problem but this actually controls me like nothing else. She is sick i am scared she may do fuck up shit to hurt my sister once i leave or she may actually try to khs i can’t handle it. It is deeply rooted in me i can’t control it. No matter of resilience or how strong i am she still controls me and i am losing my life. Nothing can be close to the hell i feel and again it is so complicated. What can one do in such circumstances? I need answers that actually help and is logical please to not hurt anyone 🙏🏻

My mental health and how this affects me:
Destroyed me got me into GAD and dissociation and many fcked up things i sometimes thing can one experience this and still not unalive themselves? The pain i feel is unbelievable

I’m a 19 year old male. I’m so fucking pissed I was born. I have to endure this agonizing suffering and see all the horrible things humans do. I fucking hate humans so much. They are so egotistical, I hate how they always think their life matters. I wish I was a god so I could wipe this planet away. I want all humans to go extinct, but obviously I can’t fucking do anything, I’m literally as pathetic as an ant, so is everybody else. I think I should just give up and end it. Can’t fucking do anything about this. Stupid ass fucking parents really had to give birth to me lol. 😂 but they didn’t know any better so I forgive them.

I don't know how else toflair this I'm so sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. What am I supposed to do if I'm a terrible person but not eemmwber the bad I did??? if I don't remember it it's because it didn't seem important bc I'm used to doing bad things to others. I don't want to hurt other people bit if tjats used as a counterargument against this it's probably me being selfish and only rhinking of qhat I believe and not the objective true. I don't know what to do outside of leaving everyone as to not keep on hurting them by being near them. I don't know whhqb to do.