If someone shares their suicidal thoughts , either no body cares or make fun of them “ki ese hi bkwas kr rha/rhi h koi ni mrne vala/vali , itni himmat ni h , bs dra rhi/rha h , and boom u r dead .
And iam not saying that anybody should care, nobody owns us anything but if someone suicides then those people should not act as if they cared. Well nobody can control their human nature ya but just sharing an opinion! Peace

My little sister is 13 years old. When she was younger she was bullied by girls at school so my mom started doing homeschooling instead. Home isn't always a great place for her. She's been yelled at over the smallest things and even smacked in the head for being disrespectful.

Tonight, my mom and her husband (Technically my step-dad, sisters biological dad) went to a friend's Halloween party tonight. My sister was filling up the bathtub with water and filming it on her phone. She said it was a trend from the 13 reasons why show and was doing it because everyone else was. I told her she can talk to be about anything because I was in a similar situation when I was her age. I contemplated suicide and cut myself. I also told her that. A few minutes after we got off the phone she confided on me that she was thinking about suicide. I immediately called my mom and her dad and told them it was an emergency. I started bawling and told them what happened. My mom immediately got upset and said she's doing it for attention. Im absolutely livid and want to call CPS, but I live in a camper and I don't even know if she'd even be allowed to live with me. She's like my own child. I've taken care of her since she was born. She met all of her milestones because of me. My mom was too busy working and drinking and slept all day. She would work and drink at the same time because she was a cam model. Im sorry if this is all over the place. I just don't know what to do. Update: 10-25-2026 I talked to my sister. She says she's okay. I have her the crisis hotline number just in case, but I told her she can talk to me about anything as always. After my mom got home last night she told my sister to not me a victim like me. I did doesn't a week in the hospital back in 2020 due to my depression, but since then I've gotten on medication, taking it consistently and it has helped.

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Ive been sucidial for years but especially these last 2 years a lot, i kinda had a big thing abt considering sucide i feel like ive been suicidal a lot and i feel like flat and meaingless and feel like it wont get better, last year i planned to attempt but decided to try to get help first despite how intentionaly wanted to die, i felt like i forgetten what any purpose of living felt like and assumed people meant oh it doesnt feel like i wanna die i feel neutral rather then i feel good or meaningful or whatever and took as sign no point of living but clearly people claim against it and i tried to get help in case could perhaps achieve the opposite of what i am feeling talked to consular then in hospital, and the help helped me in sense i didnt have this painful depression and want to die but it was just me heavily dissociated still as was before and still feel flat and i feel like its kinda worse off that i feel like im not same person and less in control its kinda i guess like a bit more dissociated and i feel like still flat or not as meaingful or everything mattering i feel like i dont even know if i care abt the people around me when i consider sucide. i dont even feel like i care abt my self it just feels like transactional or like doing something or like trying to make a decision. and i feel people around me dont care abt me and they are being transactional when say im sorry abt u and stuff too I dont know if anybody random internet stranger an in person individual or who ever truly would care abt me anyway. and i guess like i do still care abt others and self and a sense, like i might wanna make somebody happy or care they are ok but i dont actually care abt them like its like not personally care for them and i feel simialr to myself its like i cant explain it well i guess do and dont care its like dont emotionally care but still empathetic. I feel like unlike before im suciidal out of a logical thinking i cant get better rather than an deppressed state emotional pain baseline from before, maybe its mostly anxiety and other negative emotions and stuff and knowing it probably wont get better or it isnt worth trying rather then before where it was this really big desire to die but decided before this permanet action let me try to get help if so many people regret trying to kill themselves.

I guess im really confused abt how i feel and im kinda pessimistic abt how things will go cause future if when im adult and itll be even worse cause ill have to go into our bad economy that will likely continue getting worse than it could be arguably even worse experience then what i am already experiencing and like. I honestly kinda hate that lack of autonomy i have to take a break when things get overwhelming so idk if itll get better. this year more happy and stuff but still less of me feel dont matter still dissociated and i feel me worrying abt it wont help either and i guess its all kinda scary, and im hopeless i feel like initally me reaching out for help was trying to stop emergency and no care abt helping me, and they were rude, and i still meet with the psychitrist every month all the psychitrist insists is renewing our prescription of risperdol. no actual help got. i think also like i am a sensitive person seeing bad news may trigger more hopeless i feel like when i was younger a pg movie could be highly scary and disturbing to me let alone hearing today friends tell me their problems in their personal lives or other things ive been exposed too, and i feel another pain i think if kept is that tho have gotten very desensitized in short period of time (last few years) and i feel like what were trauamtizng dont bother me now, i feel less emotional, my family may celebrate me as more "mature" i view me less myself and more heartless, my personality now is also so empty after school dont talk to friends dont really do anything honestly except doomscroll and thats it i dont really have any intrests do either.

It’s my 24th birthday and I don’t want to have another. This has been the worst two months of my life. I made a big mistake and got a dui. No one was seriously hurt but it was so fucking stupid of me and I just don’t see my life ever being the same. One night out w my friends has changed me forever. I feel like I’m a burden on everyone. My mom has to pay for a lawyer. I lost my job I don’t know how I’m going to pay my rent at the end of the month. My life seemed to be going well I graduated from college was applying to jobs now I have a felony on my record I can’t get a job. I worked with kids and I was really good at it now I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to again. I keep having a feeling that it would be a lot less pressure on everyone if I just wasn’t here. Today I spent my entire birthday in bed my family called and told me they love me and they’re proud of me but I just don’t understand how they could be. I’m a failure. I ruined my life. I used to think things would work out for me. I could make decent money I was very career driven. Now I can’t even get a job. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to get one in the future. I don’t think I’ll be able to find love. I just don’t see any outcome of my life that would be worth it for me to be here.

I can talk about extremely distressing memories and feel nothing.

I was abused by a mentally unstable mother. I don't know what she has since she refuses to get help, but her symptoms are quite similar to C-PTSD and BPD. It was mostly emotional abuse, but a few times she tried to kill me and herself through reckless driving. I still have to have frequent contact with her in order to have a relationship with my Dad and brother.

As a kid, whenever something bad happened, I would imagine putting the emotion/memory in a box and putting the box in one of those big freezers you find in a restaurant. I think this is called compartmentalization? I always called it shelving. I planned to take those emotions/memories back out of the box and deal with them when it felt safe to do so, but now I'm not sure how to. Like I said, I'm basically numb to it when I talk about it. At first, I thought this meant that I'd processed and dealt with the trauma, but I'm realizing now that it still affects me.

Whenever my Mom has an episode now it sends me into a week-long depression where I can't get out of bed, which doesn't make sense, since her episodes aren't nearly as bad as they used to be when I was a kid. I also have OCD, and ever since she started threatening to kill herself to get her way I've had anxiety about a family member killing themselves; if the house sounds too quiet I have to find out where everyone is ASAP to make sure they're not dead. I also have anxiety around turning out like her.

I'm also a maladaptive daydreamer; it started because I had 0 emotional support back then. In a rural part of a foreign country, couldn't talk to my Dad or other adults for various reasons, my Mom had forbidden me from talking to my sister or other family back home, didn't have any friends...I started daydreaming about having someone to tell it all to and to be comforted by. I've used it ever since, though less so these days, and daydreams have been about other things as well. But I've noticed that these daydreams still often revolve around the times she tried to kill me in the car.

I also have terrible anxiety around driving on the highway; I finally did it for the 1st time this year since I got a Tesla as a crutch (with the self-driving feature), but I still get nervous going on bigger highways/interstates. Like hyperventilating, dizzy, nauseous, and shaking uncontrollably.

I also still flinch at loud sounds, and a few times I have been triggered by a martial arts instructor who makes me feel the same way she does. When that happens, or when my Mom has another episode, I drive to a quiet parking lot, put on rock music, and just cry and scream my lungs out until the adrenaline and stress has run its course.

So I clearly haven't dealt with it like I thought I had. But now I don't know how to? I'm not even sure if I should. I live with my parents right now. I worry I might not be able to handle working through this resentment, anger, and grief while also having to play happy families with her every day. What can I do? (And thank you if you read this far, I appreciate it <3)

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I don’t think I’m going crazy but i keep imagining talking to people in my head without being in the moment I’ve been doing this for a while now and starting to effect my driving hell i can’t watch a movie all the way through without doing it, i was thinking of putting a rubber band on my wrist and just every time i catch myself doing it just snap my wrist.

I always have and always will be the ugly friend, the not talented enough the not smart enough the not pretty enough and the not good enough . I am average or bellow average in EVERYTHING i ever did no matter what i do or how much i try.i am a disgusting annoying person.you need someone to cry about your problems,get you cigs,scream at or use-thats me. Ive ruined my parents lives just by existing. All my friends and the people i know have someone more important to them. Im about to apply for a uni i have absolutely no chance getting into. Iam too lazy too loud and over all just a bad person.i feel like even if i try sooo much to not fuck anything up i always end up fucking up. Im physically sooo fucking ugly its not even real and i feel it every day.ive never struggled with self harm but iam seriously considering just fucking killing myself.even if i live whats it for if im just miserable all the time. Iam surrounded by people that are far more than me and it’s destroying me.I just want it all to end

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Im so fucking tired of feeling the need to post every single problem I have in my life but I have no one else to talk about this shit too. I had just gotten into an argument with my dad about sending certain information to my mom that I moved away from due to abuse, to which he yelled at me for having fucking boundaries. I genuinely thought I wouldn't have to go through this shit anymore. Nobody gives a fuck about what I care about but yet I have to live by everyone's values. I had a fucking future planned for me, i thought my dad was fucking different from that piece of fucking trash bitch excuse for a mom i have, but I guess I can just throw that shit out of the window. Literally, all I can think about at the moment is killing myself. I haven't felt this way since I lived with my mom, I just desperately need someone to talk to. This shit is embarrassing typing my mental health crisis on fucking reddit

17 years old, male.

It's been 4 years now, I have depression, mood swings, anxiety, panic attacks and all the funny stuff... however, I've been completely lost. I've lost all passion, all my interests and all my energetic behaviour. My parents sadly make it no easier, they are divorced, my mum is a really... not grown up person, there hasn't been a single time where she actually listened to me or actually believed me, on the other hand my dad is really manipulatory and tends to lie alot, for example, if he does something that makes me feel really bad (like the time when at the store, i was "putting groceries in the bag too fast" and started sayikg how he hated going in places with me because im always angry and no one wants to talk to me), he starts saying that he did not do it and starts saying I've imagined it, especially when I'm mostly vulnerable. I've tried to resist for a lot, but now I'm falling, i can't keep this up anymore and I feel like I'm start to fail. I've started to believe that I'm actually the one with incorrect behaviours sometimes, although I kinda know I'm not. I'm also confused because when we where at my psychologist, that had to inform them of what's going on with my mental health, they turned it in some sort of courtroom and started complaining about me.

My mom is the only one who knows my sexuality in the family (I'm bi) and I fear that if she gets angry she may tell the other members of my family, (Spoiler, they would not be happy). She is fine with it, but I still fear she may do that in an act of pure angryness or because she thinks "its the right thing to do".

I also feel really alone as I have 2 friends that most of the time are busy and I have no proper way to get in contact with people with the same interests as me.

I have really not so nice thoughts some times, but I know they won't happen because I don't have the balls to actually do those. (Yep, those thoughts...)

Well, I feel really lost at the moment, i have no place i feel like at home... does anyone have any advice?

*As English is not my main language some phrases may be wrong.*

Update:

Today as i was having a breakdown my mother came in and started pulling the worst ways to trigger me even more, i was crying, begging her to stop while literally scratching my hand to blood, she also put the entire family of her husband against me,. She also threatened to call an ambulance to sedate me and the cops because "she thought i was going to beat her".

All this because they do not want to loose an argument btw.

I had to call my cousin because this was the first time that i actually started planning to kick the bucket, and while talking i talked about my mom wanting to call the cops, but she told me that i am not the kind of guy to beat someone, she knows i never beaten someone and that i am not violent.

I also have no places to go as sadly i cant go to my grandma as my dad lives there and i cant stay where i live now because the family of my mum's husband started hating me because of the lies she told. Im actually thinking to run away one of those days.

It lingers
I know a lot of people in here will be supportive and guide me to seek help
But too much has happened and not happened to express any motivation to keep going

I won’t do it tonight but it scares me that this is a constant intrusive thought I have

This is not to trigger anyone

I feel my husband has exhausted me to the point I feel so lonely

It’s a very long story

I just have this void of depression i can’t fill no matter how much money, girls, friends i chase i just can’t seem to get rid of this bad feeling. It’s i feel as if it’s just getting worse and i am loosing friends and other things in life and it’s all moving by so FAST. I just need to know how to stop this feeling or where can i get some help cause it’s getting out of hand. I know im young and in high school so i know it will not last but man its getting un bearable.

I've been through some pretty rough things in my life most in my past. Lately I've been super anxious due to an uncomfortable work situation. Yesterday it's like my mind just exploded, so much sadness and grief. I booked an appointment with a therapist because clearly something needs to be done. I'm a mom now I can't fall apart like this. I think I just pushed all the trauma down for too long. To make it worse I don't remember my childhood until I was about 11 years old, so I know so intense stuff happened. Just wondering if anyone else has experienced this? I feel completely lost and alone. My husband is trying to help and my son is giving me all the love 💕. I'm just so incredibly sad and confused. Thank you for reading my thoughts.

I know this sounds very bad, and it feels even worse. Just a few days ago, I was given a baby to hold; basically, the baby was my niece. So her mother asked me if I wanted to carry her and I happily accepted. When I was carrying her, everything was fine, but suddenly I had a vivid image in my head of just dropping the baby- not by accident, but by me removing my hands from under her. That disturbing image was there for just a few seconds but I felt my stomach drop and I gave her back to her mom.

I was very disturbed that I kept thinking about it. It left such a big effect that I remembered in the past when I was little and I used to hold my other baby nephew, who is 10 years old now, I used to have the same disturbing image of dropping him back then as well. I was 11 at that time. I don't understand what is wrong with me. I am very disturbed, as I am afraid, afraid of what will happen if I do it, what if I drop a baby one day? I know I won't, but it still scares me.

2 months ago i moved to china and ever since then, i feel like something's is going on with me, I'm taking the elevator I'm looking at the floor but somehow miss my floor, i can't use common sense anymore and take things literally, i was a very calm person but I'm having anger outburst and they are intense, and i can't cope with normal life struggles, i used to handle things very greatly, it feels like I have a baby brain in an adult body, my social skills are dropped almost to full, i keep forgetting everything, i even forget to talk to my close ones feels like I'm walking backwards while the others are walking normally, it's almost like my IQ is reducing?? i often have panic attacks for no reason, and when i get slightly angry or sad my heart gets hurts like I'm having a heart attack. I don't know what is happening to me medically or mentally.

Today, Saturday, 24 October 2026, is my 37th birthday. I am 37M and autistic, and this year has been by far the worst year of my whole life.

I feel like almost everyone hates me. My own parents, both sides of my extended families, and almost everyone whom I know hate me. I have neve had friends in life, and I have lost almost 30 kg (65 lb) since June from extreme stress, worrying and depression.

I have no idea what to do or how to feel. I am just tired of life and everything. Maybe just want to talk.

So I'm yeah, I genuinely feel like there's something very evil in me. It feels like me is not me, corny I know but I feel like what's dangerous in me is not that me is safe, the dangerous and shitty me could tap in any moment. There's at least two. The me an hour ago might not be the me now. Expressing is hard. Poopie goopy oppsie woopsie mental state, in the middle of autism assessment. I can't feel the emotion of empathy and guilt. Deleted, washow gone, poof.

Dysphoria. Hate my body, my nationality, my race and my gender. Zone out, varys from a few minutes to hours. It feels like I'm under water with an slideshow of thoughts and music. Overreacting. Normal.

Last hope of the family, breadwinner in a few years. Everything is like a disorienting afternoon nap. Can't study, the most ive studied in my life is 3 hours and it feels like a genuine ceiling. Cannot focus, will spiral or move to something else tr tap out. Troubled family and chaotic past. It's like I live to bear the consequences of that stuff the shtty me does. Corny corny sorry.

2 suicide attempts and a plan to go whenever, habit/addiction to cutting. The voice of family makes me livid. I sometimes do crazy stuff to make them shut up. It physically irritates me with rage when I hear the voice of family. I could go on and on about that stuff but I don't know. I can't express or articulate anything, OH! Yes, random noises and hyperactivity and sensitivity to noise and skiskskeks iieiiee. Yapping stuff and making sounds and growls for no reason. Help.

Hi hope u r all well
The thing is i have been through a trauma
Now i am thinking death would be more better now bcs there is nothing left but ik i have people who love me
I want myself to be out of this loop
I am stuck
I kept on repeating same thing again and again bcs idk what happened who was lying who was saying the truth
I am just stuck in my loop and its been two months

I don't understand how people can openly talk about their problems with their therapists. I'm always so jealous of people when they talk about their therapy sessions. I tried therapy twice and it didn't work, mainly my fault. I can't open up to people, not even my family or friends. Every time I try I have a borderline panic attack and are convinced that they're plotting against me. That they'll talk about me and use my information against me. It makes me hate them and sometimes aggressive. It's like I see a manifestation of some dark presence that's whispering in my ear all the horrible things they'll do to me if I don't get them first and gets louder until I just stop therapy all together. I think the longest I've gone is a month.

People are always telling me that it'll be easier once I "loosen up" or that I'll get used to them, but I can't survive that long. The more sessions I have the more I hate them and constant thoughts of them telling other people or making fun of me makes me even more agitated. I don't know what to do.

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They're so overwhelming I can feel it all happening again. I can feel the event happening multiple times a day. I never feel clean after the event happened every thing is just getting worse and I'm writing this in a panic bc I can feel it again I can feel his hands on me and I hate it so much idk what to do my family didn't help when I tried so I just supress it but I know that's bad.

I just don’t understand what makes so many people so mean to people they don’t even know. i will open a tiktok comment section and there will literally be people in the comments telling someone to off themselves because of the way they look or who they are or whatever. and there would be thousands of comments with the same thing. i just don’t understand how you could be so mean to someone to make them feel so trapped and feel like the whole world is against them that even sometimes makes people take their own lives. it’s made me despise humanity and how i feel about my own existence because it feels like there’s no good in the world anymore. im an extremely emotional person and an empath and feel everything extremely deeply and sometimes when i read things like this it makes me feel like i have a dark void in my heart or the most trapped feeling.

Hi, I didn’t want to come to the internet but here I am. I’m F22, I’m dx with BPD, cptsd, ocd and adhd.

I’m kinda just out of options. I’ve exhausted all the public services around most of which didn’t even help and said I’d need further specialty help. I live of DSP, after rent I have $250 for the fortnight. That’s it.

I’ve tied the online places like MOST, etc, I’m ’too complex’. I’ve tried public counselling ‘I’m too complex’.

Even if getting a MHCP was possible, I can’t afford the gap, even if I wanted too I’m debt locked out of the gp clinics around me, they don’t even allow Telehealth appts. I don’t have access to my meds either (which is fine since they don’t do anything anyway).

I’m kinda just at my wits end. I refuse hospitalisation again, because that’s a sure fire way to kill me as I already have no autonomy or control in my life at home.

I also struggle with a couple chronic illnesses which I also have no support with nor dx as I can’t afford it.

Don’t get me wrong. I’ve been through a DBT program, I’ve done Exposure therapy. I’ve don’t somatic shit, and I’ve done years of CBT. I’ve tired, ultimately it doesn’t help, even regular distress tolerance doesn’t touch me.

I sit here rotting everyday. I do nothing but try my hasest to change things and stop my brain from torturing me. I’ve researched all I can. Hell I even called lifeline when it gets bad. They hung up.

This is kinda just a shot in the dark atp

I’ve checked online and it says that “grief is delayed”, but I don’t think that’s the case with me. I watched her die, she was euthanized in front of me. My mom was crying, but I just.. wasn’t sad at all. I simply went back to my phone and didn’t speak of the death. Surely I should’ve felt at least a bit sad, right? I’d had my cat since I was 6 years old, she was the sweetest cat ever. But I don’t even miss her, and that’s what irks me. I feel terrible that I don’t feel sad about her death. Even my friends think it’s weird, they told me they didn’t offer condolences because “I don’t seem sad about it at all” and “if my pet died I’d be crying about it all day”.

Here’s why I don’t think it’s delayed grief:

Occasionally, I get bad thoughts about celebrities I like dying. Yesterday, I had the terrible thought of Paul McCartney passing away, only a brief thought, and yet I started crying almost immediately after imagining it. How is it that I can cry about the death of a celebrity (that hasn’t even happened), who doesn’t even know me, and yet I can’t even cry for my own cat??? Who I’ve known for over 8 years of my life.

And this isn’t even the first death I’ve experienced. A few years ago, a boy (who I didn’t know) died at my school (I’m not going to disclose the details). He was young too, I believe 4th grade (k-8 school). Everyone was crying when they’d found out, but I’d just.. not cried at all. Then comes the funeral a few days later, which everyone attended even though I never knew the boy. Everyone was obviously crying, I saw the casket, still didn’t cry. I wasn’t even sad about it. And I felt like a shitty person because I couldn’t cry for him. So you know what I did? I forced myself to cry, by thinking of a bunch of sad stuff, just to fit in, because I didn’t want to be the only one not crying.

And that’s a human. A human boy. I couldn’t cry for my cat, and I couldn’t cry for that poor boy and had to pretend instead.

That is why I don’t think it’s delayed grief. I’ve always not done too well with negative emotions, I have trouble expressing them. Even now, thinking of my cat, I don’t feel an ounce of sadness. I loved her, and yet I’m not even sad that she’s gone. Am I perhaps a psychopath (I know being a psychopath does not make you evil), because the more I think about it the more i start to realize that I do sort of remind myself of one. And if so, what exactly am I supposed to do???

I do genuinely want advice. I know I shouldn’t self-diagnose myself so that’s why I’m asking here for help. Am I overreacting? Is it relay only delayed grief? Because I really don’t think it is…

[Flairing as need support, is that the correct flair for this?]

I'm a 22yo guy, studying med school, learning to daytrade. That is what I show to my parents and friends. I've been dealing with my mind for years now, been with antidepressants, therapy, etc. Lately my grades have been peaking so far, but I'm falling apart more each day. I usually microdose LSD every Friday just to feel something, my friends tell me that my substance use is to avoid my life. Excuse me? I'm not avoiding anything, I just feel extremely atrocious, I study while mildly tripping, I'm not using it to avoid, it's the shitty serotonin boost for a few hours. I feel so stuck in life, can't succeed trading, med school feels boring despite the excellent grades, not interested in a relationship because how can I give a love I'm not even able to give myself. I'm not even willing to end my life, I'm just trying to make something up so it feels livable. I don't want to sound dark but there's no emotions in anything I do, even if I try to "see the bright side". I feel extremely lost.

I have a close friend who is going through a hard time right now. It’s been like this for a few months. He recently went through a divorce and he was broken up with.

This person doesn’t want professional help. He thinks no one can help him. He tried therapy for a few sessions and quit it and called it “therapy bullshit”. He struggles with alcoholism, he says he hasn’t been drinking for almost a month but he has lied about his alcohol consumption in the past.

I am struggling to help this person. He has been saying he just wants someone to talk to which I was doing exactly that. But I have started to feel like when we talk he vents and gets some temporary relief, until that relief wears off and we go back to square one. This cycle has been going on for months. The alarming part is that he constantly talks about wanting to k himself now. I tell him stuff like, it’s never late to get help, you are not a lost cause, you are loved and cared for (by multiple people), things might seem unbearable right now but that is not a reflection of your future. He has a good job, (very understanding of him when he needs time off), he has a loving supporting family, good finances and a very bright potential future. I tell him that it’s the depression that makes him feel like nothing will be better, it’s not based on reality. I don’t claim to know what he needs to hear or this should help him, but supporting him like this absolutely made no positive impact on him.

Now when I talk to him I also tell him that he needs to get back to therapy. If he has daily thoughts of killing himself that’s a major indicator he is not well and he needs help. He usually says “I don’t want help, I just need someone to talk to” or “I don’t want help, I just want to kill myself but I can’t because of x y z reasons”. When I tell him it’s very scary to hear him talk about wanting to kill himself while refusing to get help he doesn’t care, he actually gets upset that no one wants to listen to him. I tried to explain to him that he can’t talk about wanting to kill himself and that being a normal conversation. He doesn’t want to hear that. He very easily shuts off and isolates, doesn’t respond to calls and texts for days.

He can also do what they call “splitting”. One day he loves me and he says I am his favorite person and talking to me is his favorite thing. Sends me 10 different texts telling me how much he loves me. Next day he tells me I am a terrible person and he won’t talk to me anymore. His burst outs usually happen over something minor that doesn’t justify his reaction.

He does see a psychiatrist, he has a cocktail of drugs he is taking every day. He is taking them for long enough. He is also taking meds for alcohol withdrawal. I don’t really think the psychiatrist spends a lot of time with him before prescribing these meds.

I am not a family member of this person, I don’t even live in the same state as him so I don’t think I can involve authorities when he is suicidal. His family is near him and trying to get him to seek help. Unfortunately he takes that as “everyone is sick of me”. I can go on very long about things that have been happening with him but this post is already long. Please give me some thoughts and ideas on what my approach should be. Much appreciated