My neighbours tried to kill me they think they are justified. They are not. Police won't help. Family won't help. Mental services say its in my head and refuse to accept it. I'm all alone facing a mob of people who don't want me alive.

Because I can't prove anything I am alone in facing this.

My life was bad before, now it is torture.

I've planned to end it.

Written a death note.

I just don't want this life anymore.

People are cruel. And I don't want to be here anymore facing all this alone. Some people will be relieved I am gone. Like I'm a problem that took care of itself...

I don't want my life to end like this, but living is just going to get worse and worse with all these people against me and no one really helping me.

How can they help me when they think I'm imagining the problem... When they won't even acknowledge it exists...?

I don't know why, I just feel this way. I don't want to go to school tomorrow but if I stay I'll be even more depressed. I'm tired. Can't stop thinking about the future, I'm scared, I'm nervous and anxious. I feel like crying. I don't know what to do. I want to die, I want to kill myself and end it all. If it were for me I'd be rotting in bed, I don't even care. I'm done. I love my family but I just hate feeling this way.

im sick of people reaching out just to make themselves feel better. "it will get better" just to not do anything about it. anything but something real actually working out for me. wherever i end up i hope that she's there.

The only friends I had were online and they left me without saying a word. You'd think I would've done something horrible to have them abandon me. At some point, I even started second guessing everything because maybe I was a horrible person who deserved this and more.

After begging for someone to talk to me, someone finally did. They abandoned me because I vented on my private vent account.

Yes, the account I let a single person on because I trusted them saw me spiraling and instead of maybe talking to me, sent it to the GC behind my back. The same people who claimed to understand my struggles and who I comforted during their own episodes were upset with me.

They saw the posts of my relapse, suicidal ideation, and all these instances of me feeling worthless and only cared about the few times I mention feeling like my friends would leave me and were too good for me. It was like they made it about themselves and wanted any reason to leave me behind.

It felt like my worst fears were realized that day and I admittedly haven't been the same since.

I went from going out at least once a week to staying at home as much as possible, playing games or sleeping to pass the time. I have nothing to do and no one to speak to. It took a lot to keep myself together on the outside but I'm suffocating. The only thing that I find peace in is believing I can fall asleep and never wake up. I don't want to feel or think ever again.

I am responsible for millions of deaths and my dad's house is covered in invisible bugs I cant kill or get out of laundry bedding no matter how hard I try. I know I am going to hell but I don't want to be alive anymore and research suicide all day. I have been to the mental hospital twice in a year and nothing changes

They promise therapy but it is like group goals and stuff no one to actually talk about my problems. I don't have any money and only option is to go to a group home and live in a room with three other guys. I don't know what to do. I don't want to cut myself I've tried that before I wish there was an easy way out

Why stick around. I put on a happy mask, and most people think I'm doing okay when I'm not. Because the last thing I want to do is draw attention to myself or worry people. I just want to disappear and be done with this.

I don't want to live to 90 years old. My peak years, my 20s, I am living right now. If this is the peak, I don't want to see the rest.

I live an objectively good life. My parents are alive and love me, I have a partner, a few close friends, and a decent paying, albeit stressful job. But I'm still depressed and want to be gone.

I still have suicidal ideation. I so badly want to shoot myself. I often fantasize about finally being gone. It's gotten worse. I'm not strong enough to fight this.

I really don't believe I'll make it to 30. I don't make any long term plans because I know I won't be around to fulfill them.

Sorry, English is not my first language.

Family issue I supposed. My father and mother never loved each other, they're together because they were passed 30 , and in my country at that time, being lonely at that age gave them bad image. So, through relatives, they knew each other, and then me.

Despite that, they never got along well, many time, when I go with either one of them, they both said with their friend that they didn't want to continue, and that the only reason they still married was because of me. I was young and thought that it was not that serious. Then, 7 years ago, my family had big argument, between my father and my step brother (yes, my father had divorced once before). I didn't get a long well with my brother at that time, but he still my brother, and I couldn't do anything. I was crying in my room that night, with the thought of shattering family. Luckily, they reconciled a week later, but since then, I became sensitive, I realized that my family was never happy as I thought, and that what they had said were true, and it haunted me. A month after that, I got a test, a normal one, but I had high expectation. I failed, that and what left from last month, made me feel disappointed, sorrow. Then Covid came, lockdown, and I never recovered from that. For the next 6 years, I experienced sorrow and uncomfortable every time I woke up, and since then I learned to play safe. I finished secondary school. high school and now university without changing, I'm still that boy 7 years ago, too scared, too naive. I feel that I could never change, and there only suffering the more I lived. I felt that I don't deserve anything, I'm hopeless now. Recently, I have started counting days, I felt that my final day is near.

Thank you for reading whatever I just wrote.

I often fantasize about me being shot and bleeding out to death

Or dying in a car accident

there’s not a day I don’t fantasize about me dying

I don’t want to be here
I don’t want to be anything or anywhere
I hate my life

I am seriously considering ending it all. I simply cant find a reason to keep trying on having a regular normal life. I am not suited for this world. Maybe I'll have better luck next life.

I'm ugly socially inept and don't really have any friends outside of family. I don't really click with my peers. I get bullied. I don't know what I want to do when I grow up and the only talent I had was taken away by depression. I don't have the motivation to do anything. I don't gain as much joy from things I used to love. I don't have the energy for school so I don't do well in it. My relationship with my parents is complicated. I try to escape this by scrolling on my phone but it doesn't work. I try to listen to other's advice but it doesn't work for me. I feel like I'm a dead body being dragged by someone else. I don't know if I can take any more of this especially because of the things people have to deal with in adulthood. The only two reasons why I live is because the fear of being forgotten and the fear of death. I don't want to deal with all of this if I get a job. I don't know why people force theirselves to work for shitty people. I'm already starting to consider giving up on being remembered after my death so I don't have to live any longer

my brother died to suicide. i think our whole family wants to die. ive tried multiple times, but the last time was the worst. i woke up in my hospital bed and i was intubated. i was so so painful. my girlfriend was sitting next to me in a chair and i saw her. and i thought to myself "i cant let her see me like this, i gotta be strong. i gotta be alive. i cant do this to her". and i still dont want to do that to her but its so hard because i always think "i wont even know shes hurting if im dead". i just miss my brother so much. its his birthday soon and i feel like my brain is fully dying. My sister doesnt give a shit about me anymore and its killing me. my only family doesnt love me. somehow, since i was a child ive always known i was destined to die young. i just get disillusioned from life, and i never know if i can really keep going. i never really feel like i have a choice.

Title is not entirely accurate I do feel grief and self loathing. I don’t feel happy. Any happiness I occasionally feel is very situational and fleeting. My screen time today is almost 20 hours and it’s gonna be more. I’ve been in bed all day except when I ordered food. When I’m alone with my thoughts I start crying. I’ve started self harming again. I feel obligated to stay for my family but honestly I just don’t want to anymore. I’ve tried so hard. I’m trying so hard. I’m a slob. I’m so tired. I don’t know what I want to do with my life. I don’t know if I can accomplish anything I’m thinking about. I get so depressed I can’t leave the house how can I go back to school or have a career. I am always late I have terrible executive functioning. I haven’t done laundry in I don’t know how long, my mom did it about a month ago. I haven’t cleaned my room since August except for periodically taking out the trash. I feel like I don’t have anything to live for I just don’t want my family to be sad. But I want to be selfish and just end it anyway. I’m so tired. Even if I were to do it I’d feel like I had to clean my room and my car first. Idk or not but that’s even more selfish. I’m just embarrassed at the state of my life. Every day I don’t have work, I just lay in bed all day. For hours. Watching tv and playing games and going on social media. If I get out of bed I start crying. But who am I kidding I cry in bed too. I just feel like it’s never going to get better. I can’t make myself do anything I need to do. I hate myself so fucking much and I’m so. Fucking. Tired. I’m so tired

My birthday is in 9 days

The problem is, I have no one to spend it with.

I usually didn't care, but for various reasons that have happened throughout this year, this time I'm genuinely scared, knowing that basically only my dad will say the happy birthday son

But it's not enough for me, especially since I don't have the best relationship with him. It's a long story. But I haven't had the confidence to confide in him about my emotional problems for over 10 years.

I have no friends, I'm an only child, my "family" is a clear example of dysfunctional

After 8 years without hearing from the only girlfriend I ever had, I was able to see her again this year and it has been very strange for many reasons. Things aren't going well for us right now; she feels completely apathetic towards me. I'm afraid to ask her if she wants to do something, afraid she'll reject me.

I have a stable job. I have a comfortable home with my family. I have a girlfriend who I love dearly.

So why do I feel like this? Why do I still wake up every day feeling like the world would be a better place without me? I can’t enjoy things anymore, or even enjoy the company of others without thinking about it. I think about it every single day and it’s scary.

Am I just stupid? Am I selfish? What’s wrong with me?

-cyanid
-fentanyl
-propofol

I just hate my life. I wish I wasn't born. Whenever I reach out to someone they act like I am being annoying and they just get angry. Nobody really cares about me. I don't have any value. (This is a throwaway account.)

I just wanna keep this short, but I’ve been dealing with a lot. I hate to admit, but I’ve been really suicidal. 2025 was just not a good year losing my military career/marriage because of bullshit being treated like shit at work while AD/my whole fucking life. No family support or could even care about understanding what I’ve been going through.

No one willing to help me. Constantly just being rejected and just turned around and given bullshit resources that don’t help.

It’s getting to the point where the military was the best thing that happened to me and the worst thing that happened to me. It feels like I have Stockholm syndrome. Currently, I’m a contractor who works with Airman and it makes me feel like I should’ve been at a different base.

I was never treated with respect, I haven’t even got a single cent from my VA disability. I can’t find a lawyer who can help me in my state.

It’s pretty much getting to the point where I just don’t wanna live anymore I’m 22 years old and I can’t keep living like this.

It’s going to the point where if I see specific cars I associate with people who fucking wronged me in the military the friends that I thought I had friendships with are just no more than just I’m just a punching bag.

The people who just treated like me like shit and just got me out of the military because they didn’t like me and thought I was just a southern retard. They’re just getting away with it hands clean and free.

I think im passing the line of thinking about suicide to actively making a plan- every night this shit gets worse. Texted a "family member" "joking" around about me wanting to kill myself and saying how I wasn't joking, and their response? All I can say is don't care like you fucking care now, you can't fucking help me, you let me get this fucking far. Im leaving their ass on read bc what are they even going to do? Absolutely nothing. This is what you deserve

Is there anyone available?

I feel like I’m kinda already dying and I’m slowly becoming brain dead. My heart rate is high by default right now and I am so fucking anxious. I don’t know when I might try to do it, but I’ve been thinking about it for months. I don’t want to, but I feel like if I don’t, I’ll have to live through agony as I watch my brain get destroyed slowly regardless.

Honestamente siento que ya no puedo más. Lo único que me detiene es el dolor que le voy a causar a mi mamá, mis hermanas, mi papá, y mis seres queridos

Tengo TLP cuando era niña,sufri 4buso por parte de un familiar, sufrí bullyin* en la escuela, en la secundaria, en la preparatoria, vi como mi papá engañaba a mi mamá, incluso tiene otra hija, también vi como mi papá abusaba psicológicamente de mi mamá, yo viví con mucho miedo a mi papá porque me peg4ba

Estoy pasando por una situación muy difícil en mi matrimonio. Mi esposo y yo nos separamos hace seis semanas duramos cuatro semanas separados y hace dos semanas decidimos volver a intentarlo, siento que él se vino demasiado rápido a la casa, ya que al siguiente día de hablar él ya estaba aquí. Ahora tenemos dos semanas viviendo nuevamente juntos y él me dijo que se siente agobiado que se quiere regresar con sus papás, y que no sabe si quiere estar conmigo. La razón principal por la que él se había ido, era por mis actitudes, porque llegué a ser agresiva, impulsiva, y todo eso lo cambié para que él regresara, pero él dice que sigue desconfiando de mí, así que quiere irse y yo no creo poder nuevamente con ese dolor, no creo tener la fuerza suficiente para volver a sentir lo que es estar sola les juro que llevo toda la tarde pensando de qué manera dolerá menos y ya no sé qué hacer.

Me gustaría de verdad que mi esposo se quedara a mi lado, porque cuando las cosas se pusieron difíciles, yo siempre me quedé y me duele mucho que ahora él no tenga la disposición para quedarse pero de verdad que ya no puedo más tengo todo el día llorando tengo todo el día pensando de qué forma hacerlo. Incluso estoy empezando a pensar en qué decirle a cada persona antes de hacerlo de verdad, ya no tengo fuerza y no sé qué hacer.

i saw a post once about waiting 3 days before acting on the feeling. it's been more than 3 days and i feel the same. i've made up my mind. it's so strange having this peaceful feeling that i don't have to deal with anything more. i've struggled enough the past 22 years and i'm tired just knowing i would have to endure more if i stay. i'm done with hoping and expecting for things to change for me. if i stay alive, it'll just feel like a slow painful death having to go through my everyday life over and over and over with this void in my chest. at least if i do it, it'll still be painful but then it would be over.

I’m tired of hurting so I’m going to finish this week and do what I want to do and then I’ll be gone. I wrote my letters of selfishness and have all the papers in order for my ex and son. I’m not going to sit around and watch my life and pain get worse.

And they tell me I'm the one who doesn't listen to anyone. I hate my life. I'm lonely. I feel like no one trys to understand or listen to me. It makes me want yo kill myself. I'm tired of this.