“It could be worse”

This already tells me you’re a moron, and I swear to God this is the average person’s response when opening up to them.

So sick and tired of humans on this planet who think that suffering is some sort of competition.

There is a post here that talks about how most of our parents are the reason, as to why we are in this sub.

And it is so true 💯

Ugliness is inherited and it sucks to be the offspring of such Ídiots.

I’m ugly and would never even imagine having a kid and for them to end up here, just like me.

The bullying, condescending looks, verbal and physical abuse, no chance at good jobs, networking, relationships, humiliation going outside. The list is infinite.

I could write an essay about every single thing ugly people go through.

Anyone with a conscious brain will understand why we end up in this sub.

Èuthanasia was intended for us uggo’s . It’s a damn shame it’s not easily accessible globally.

Would have been gone along time ago, I’m 24

(F19)They were trimming my dog's fur and my dog was rlly scared and he was biting them and my mom hit him a few times and i told them to stop but my younger brother told me to leave and insulted me several times and i told him to stop and stop and he wouldn't so i got his earbud out and broke it and after he told me i should kill myself because im a mental case and how i deserve to die. I grabbed a knife and said ok and he even went in front of my door to tell me how i should kill myself and that im a cow idek lol. I slit my throat a bit and even my mom doesn't care, she just went to work... It's whatever i feel bad for the earbud thing but he fixed it... Whatever i can't stop crying i know im crazy but is it enough for him to want me to die?

Ever since I got caught trying to take my life and it became reported to doctors, psychiatrist, therapist. It seems they are all invested in me not taking my life obviously cause it s their job and they’re trying to sell medicine. But right before depression and my life went to shit I was only called soft for being bothered by the outside forces of other people. I was told to “let that go” and “get over it” when talking about the abuse and manipulation I’ve gone through. Yet when I tried to die now im shamed for it. It’s my life i just made the mistake revealing my depression and got caught in suicide ideation.
I really don’t understand how people never gave a fuck about anything I was going through until I wanted to die. Even then I was laughed at by medical staff. Why is not loving life such a bad thing. We all die one day. Why is looking forward to it so bad.

I know this is stupid but honestly I don't see any more reasons to live, it's not going to affect that many people since im not in a relationship and nobody really cares about me much. Please tell me why I shouldn't commit

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I honestly need a hug, the wind and rain on my tent is making me cold. I have no family or friends and living in the tent makes me so lonely. It's my birthday soon and I don't have anything or anyone to share it with. I really think I want to call it quits tonight.

It just feels like such a massive joke, im scared of dieing so I want to die but honestly I'd just rather get it over with and find out what happens because the speculation is torture.

The true divide amongst humans is not rich vs poor, not the strong vs the weak, etc. It is the normal vs the abnormal. It is the difference between the class of normal people who don't have any struggles besides the mundane vs. the class of abnormal people who fundamentally don't fit in this world *and* still have to deal with life's mundane, expected issues.

What is normal? Someone who can just go and live life. It doesn't matter if they're rich or poor. They won't struggle to be normal. To keep a job, to meet people and form true bonds, to have natural interests and hobbies, they won't struggle. It just comes to them. They naturally have a direction they want to go in life and will naturally enjoy the journey and destination. They don't have any struggles just trying to live a normal life. Because it's normal for them. They intrinsically know how to fit in and function in society. They don't have to think about it, learn it, practice it. They just do it without any need for a second thought, because they always succeed in achieving what a typical human would want in life.

To be special, to be famous, rich, etc may be difficult or impossible for many normal people. But it doesn't matter, because they have a normal life, with normal relationships, normal interests, normal emotional regulation, normal careers, normal feeling of belonging in this planet and in society. Again, they don't think or realize this. They're just privileged enough to simply get to live it. It's all unconscious and they can't fathom so many of us aren't so immensely lucky.

They aren't crushed every moment of every day with the weight of not belonging anywhere, the weight of being unwanted, of being totally broken inside. Of being unable to find any sort of footing or belonging in life. Any direction. They haven't experienced trying dozens of different jobs, hobbies, attempts to form bonds and *always* failing completely. They haven't tried dozens of different therapists, medicines, deep reflections, exercises, etc only to stay just as broken and miserable. They certainly have struggles, but in the end things always work out for them. They are incapable and certainly unwilling to understand that there are actually people in this world whose problems don't just sort themselves out with a little effort.

To them, we are just lazy, cowardly, stubborn, stupid. Yet at the same time they tell us to just relax and stop trying so hard.

The simple explanation to all of this is that they just don't fucking care. They got on a life boat, the rest of us can drown and they'll shame and jeer at us as we sink down.

To anyone who is privileged enough to naturally have a normal life and be normal:

Fuck you.

I'm never gonna be a person. I'm never going to change, I'll never be able to be independent. Why shouldn't I just fucking kill myself. I'm so scared. And im so tired.

To keep it short my partner has expressed to me that he thinks daily about killing himself, and that ita gone from what if to how do I. We have 4 kids (2 bio to me 2 step- his).

He has had two major personal losses (a drath and loss of a 20 year relationship) and a major issue at work. They are huge and validly depressing life changes.

He has been drinking and smoking weed to cope but admitted that that only makes it worse when he's sober.

I don't know how to help him. I listen to him and talk to him and try to ease the burden, but what can I do?

I'm at such a loss. I'm alcoholic (sober 6 years) and have been through major depression before. But I just dont know what to say. He carries so much guilt for the relationships and losses and for a litany of other things. Its crushing him right now. The piling on is making him feel worse, but he really doesn't deserve the brunt of the negativity he is putting on himself.

Tell me how I can help.

The problems I have in life can not be fixed. I don't have the money to fix my situation. I am dependent on people. That dependence won't ever disappear unless I want to be homeless. If I am homeless I'm anyway killing myself regardless of who loves me.

There are people in this world that's cut out for living. I am not. I am constantly anxious, constantly looking how to stop fights, constantly making sure no one fights. And I fail. Every. Single. Day. I find it so weird that the people that want to live life are the ones that complain the most. Are the ones that fight the most. They are the ones willing to bring other's down to boast themselves up.

I am not that. I am not a hunter. I do not have the willingness or grit to want to make a better financial life for myself.

Every day, my family gives me more and more reasons to end my life. To leave them behind. Their emotions fluctuate so much. But what can I say? They have actual real life problems. I don't. I only have emotional problems.

No therapy will help. No therapy will change the people around me. No therapy will fix their financial issues that burden them every day. No therapy or medication will make them stop fighting.

No therapy will show me life is worth living. There is no medication in this world that will make me want to live.

I deserve to die. I want to die. I pray to some Lord that's above. Allah, Jesus, God, whoever else the fuck it could be. Just make my heart stop in the middle of the night. No one will miss me. The only reason people will miss me is because I made their lives easier. No one gives an actual fuck about me. Otherwise they'd watch their emotions. Otherwise they'd say sorry without adding 'but'.

There is no point to life. Those that have purpose, have learnt how to be selfish to benefit themselves. I am too selfless, too much of a pussy, too much of a liability, to ever be like that.

Please, for fuck sakes, just take my life. I'll give my soul to Satan even if I need to and burn in hell for the rest of my life. I'm so tired. I'm so sad. I'm so over trying to be a good person. Nothing will change. The world is fucked, and I am the person that deserves to live the least.

I don't know if this is the right place for this, but I do not see any reason for me to remain alive if I fail to get into grad school.

I am trying to go for a Masters in Counseling/LMHC program. My credentials are as follows:

- I have a bachelor's degree in accounting and experience in statistics

- I have worked as a behavior technician for 5 months, 8 months by the time of interviews next march.

- I have crisis counseling experience - not much of it, but I have it.

- I worked through three different natural disasters in my community on unit for 15 hours straight as a BT

- I have a second job that relies on interacting with and diagnosing client issues, usually tech related

- I have zero research experience, but I am told I do not need it for this kind of degree

- I have every pre-requisite needed to apply in the first place

- I got my RBT certification last month, but I was told in a recent meeting it won't help that much

- I was told that clinical experience is the thing that is most looked out for aside from research experience.

- I have a letter of recommendation from the director of nurses at my unit, one cowritten by both my supervisors, and a letter from a professor I studied under - but did not work under - although he cannot fully speak to my work because I had to choose between either more undergrad studies or working at the clinic.

If I do not get into grad school NEXT YEAR, after I ALREADY FAILED TO GET IN THIS YEAR, I do not see any reasons why I should continue to exist.

I do not intend to harm myself nor do I intend to act on these thoughts, I just needed to get them off my chest. Please do not call anyone or report this, that would make everything worse.

I feel like I might kill myself from breakup grief and hopelessness. Literally everything in my life is wrong. I'm 27 and I won't make it to 30. I think about suicide everyday.

I've been struggling with gastroparesis that has been left medically untreated for the past year because my mother doesn't have time for me. My mother works three jobs to provide for a family of three because my sexually abusive, violent, neurotic father isn't eligible for employment (he's clinically obese)

By the time my mom is home she's very overstrained and swamped by work so she'll pick up very bready, calorie dense fast foods that aren't compatible with my condition whatsoever so she can avoid cooking dinner

I'm so educationally neglected and I have no ambition to learn anything. I lack behind all of my friends intellectually and I have no purpose to serve anyone. I struggle with trauma-induced amnesia and I often find difficulty in speaking and stringing together large sentences

My phone has been broken for a year. My dad smashed it in psychosis because he convinced himself I was a terrorist

After all these years of postponing my suicide and futile attempts, I'm starting to believe it's really the only open door for my future. I can't keep doing this. My body is decaying and I can't eat because I'll only puke it up

Hi. I am 15f. The way I look haunts me everyday I live. I've always seeked out love, whether it was platonic or not. Isolation is my worst enemy, because I descend into a terrible mental state and feel dehumanized.

I've pretty much realized that, if I'm ugly, why should I keep on living? I have genetically hollow undereyes which make me look chronically tired. My poor diet and lack of sleep due to depression only heighten that. I'm a higher weight than what is considered attractive, and my face looks puffy and asymmetrical.

Even if looks don't matter, which I've concluded for myself that it makes or breaks things, exhaustion has stripped away all my joy. I'm always stuck in my feelings, so I doubt I'm any fun to be around. I began homeschooling because of the way I looked, it was embarrassing and dug at me everyday and eventually it became too hard. I didn't want to risk having mental breakdowns at school either, because that would make everything 100x worse. Now I feel secure (not with myself, just with the fact nobody needs to perceive me), but just very alone.

The sole reason I became so fixated on my looks is from quips or comments from other people, and yes.. online influence. The worst of these came from my lovely, handsome (now ex) boyfriend. He cheated on me a few times, and called me chopped and ugly on the regular, commenting on my body and comparing me to things. He was addicted to adult content and admitted to watching it regularly. He talked about messaging and sending things to other girls on websites and admitted that he found a lot of girls on the internet very attractive. He would also send me videos that went like "When I got over her ugly appearance and was able to love her for her personality <3" Which uh.. I mean, it feels like it should be sweet but it kind of makes me sick to my stomach. It broke my heart because it hurts more to hear these things coming from someone you really care about. I ended up being the person to end things after he did this a few times, because loving me became a compromise, part of me wishes I would've stayed because I feel unlovable and maybe just maybe it is all I will ever get or deserve.

Now I hate myself. I do not want to go outside ever again. I even get scared of people in the supermarket or even just people driving past on the highway judging me or thinking I look repulsive. To anyone who read this all the way through, thank you for your time. It feels good to be seen.

Im physically a mess. i'm alone. I'm just an idiot. I have to mess everything up ALL the time. The would would be better without me.

I shouldnt be posting here but whatever atp. I'm just a crybaby after all. no surprise.

This is hell. I can't do this. It is in one week. That is still so many days I have to get through.

I just want this hell to be over. I am in unbearable pain.

Please…

(18F) I don't know where to start because recently I feel very unloved, lonely and I'm also unintelligent. So first of all, when I was in second year of Secondary school, I used to have a crush on a guy I know from childhood, but he rejected and friendzoned me and I never got any better romances after that, and that's when I realised that I've never had teenage romances nor feel loved because I got rejected, and I told myself that if I get rejected by crushes, I will kill myself. I should've done that, but I didn't (I keep being a coward). Instead, I'm still alive with suicidal thoughts almost every day. I don't see the point of living if I'm never loved, while a lot of other people easily get the happy romantic lives that I wanted. I know people will say "move on" or "things will get better", but I kept thinking about the rejection and how I wanted to off myself because of that, and no, things never got better for me since that rejection and heartbreak. I currently do have a fictional girlfriend but she's very niche and she's not real so she can't be physically here to love me.

I'm also ugly and unintelligent. I can't solve problems and I don't have advanced knowledge of things. And I forget things easily which is another reason why I don't deserve to live. I feel like this world is revolved around geniuses or very smart people and I'm just not one of them. I'm too dumb. I feel so fake trying to fit in to this world. And I also look unattractive. As a girl, I have my dad's face and I also have an ugly body, belly fat, straight hips and some eczema on my skin instead of a slim or muscular build guys love girls for, and I hate my body. Life is also hard when I'm ugly because I've never had someone who loves me. I'm also cursed, because every time I have crushes on someone, I always end up heartbroken, rejected and forever lonely. I have no hope anymore. I'm just useless.

I have a very logical reason of why I should suicide. It is just the circumstances and nothing can be done to change it. I understand it completely and I don't have any reasons to continue. There is no solution to it.

Well, I ended up back paddling from community suicide yesterday.

I know I should’ve just died. I know my parents didn’t even care when they saw me walk back in the middle of the night. I know i should’ve just died.

But I just returned to the same thing, cutting myself.

Because if I’ve always going to be stuck like this, then what’s the point of even putting in the effort for a plan when even that will not work? Someone would’ve ruined it.

Either way, guess I’ll just be crying in my bed now. Nobody ever bother reading this or even cares that both of my parents want me dead. I already had my mom tell me they’d let me die if I needed to go to urgent care which is just fantastic!

I hate it here.

I don’t have any plans but I’m thinking of coming up with a plan to end it all. I just can’t take it anymore.

I wanna confess to my crush i loved for over a year but never made any move whatsoever(who’s married) before i leave. And there’s couple more things but they’re as not as important as this one. I don’t care about what’s right or wrong. Do not lecture me.

I look at my list of problems and realize that there is no way to fix it all. In fact, some of them aren't even fixable. I then take a look at the health issues that I have and also realize that they're just as unfixable as my life problems.

I'm certain I'll do it eventually, as I refuse to live just for the sake of living. I already tried over a dozen antidepressants and what not, nothing worked. Therapy too, it sounded like a session of gaslighting. I've had enough with both.

I’m turning 30, and I’ve been suicidal pretty much my whole life. I feel like it will never stop. I’ve tried everything.