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I feel like im going relapse (sh) I’ve tried everything but i still want to sh
my mom has cancer and i feel rlly bad abt it cuz im starting to resent even though I love my mom the medicine shes been on makes her depressed and its so hard to be around her and whenever I make a mistake she acts like I’m doing it to deliberately hurt when I’m not trying to and ever since seventh grade I got rlly depressed cuz when I was 12 I had my first bf and he was horrible person and wld cheat on me and tell me he was gna kill himself whenever I tried to break up with him and ever since then people have held it against me even though I was a child and didn’t know what the fuck to do and that summer was when my dad kicked me out of the house and I haven’t seen my sister in 4 years and since then he’s had a another kid who I haven’t even met My dads also a rlly bad person but I still feel bad cuz he had a hard time growing up and its not his fault but it doesn’t give him a reason to act like that and I had a new boyfriend and I loved him and I really care about him but I’ve been in such a bad place recently and I didn’t want him to feel responsible for helping me so I broke up with him 5 days ago and I hadn’t cried in 7 months and I’ve been crying every day since and I relapsed after the longest time and I did truly think it wasn’t gonna happen again and I’m really disappointed in my self
I had probably the worst relapse of my life today. It was bad not because I felt terrible the whole time, but because I felt kind of better after; so I kept doing it throughout the day. Now I have more cuts than I’ve ever had on my body at once and I’m scared of myself because I felt so peacful(?) after each episode today and that feeling is so alluring when I’m usually in a constant state of distress. I have never felt like this after a relapse and I’m confused. Usually I feel awful and guilty and there’s a little comfort in feeling so bad about it because I know I won’t do it again for a while.
im tired. no one ever says how hard it is to “get better”. i hit lows no matter what i do, i dont have it in me to clean my house anymore, because it’s just an uphill battle. every good day i have is followed by a subsequent crash that feels worse than the last one and i dont know that that’ll change any time soon. im so tired. im so, so tired.
everything feels so wrong with my life. i was going to kill myself a while ago (summer of 2024 was not good to me) and i emailed my favorite teacher saying goodbye. long story short, i didn’t end it, and i got myself through it. but she called my mom. my parents made me feel so guilty about it, saying they couldn’t sleep and making me feel worse than i already did. i did what we are always told to do; i talked to my trusted adult. she was the one person i felt i could trust, could really talk to. but she called my mom, my fucking mother, the last person i wanted to talk to. i can’t trust anyone, not anymore. nothing helps. that’s a lie. the cutting helps.
things got worse when school started. i’m in love with my best friend, but she’ll never love me back. i fear i’ll be alone forever, if i make it to forever. i just want to know the touch of someone who loves me, who truly understands me.
i fight the urge to add to the barcodes on my wrists every night. i haven’t been clean for longer than a week. i’ve never felt more alone in my entire life. i didn’t know it was possible to feel this, staved for affection and love to an extent that it physically hurts. my heart is in a million pieces, and my brain is slowly imploding, the happy chemicals sucked dry.
if all of the shit in my life and my head doesn’t kill me, then i will.
Seeing men get called handsome etc, and hearing men with deeper voices makes me mad and jealous. I wish I was a man
I’m not sure what to do. My dad has been abusive for asking as I can remember just a week ago I was over it and decided to tell someone when he smacked my 7 year old sister across the face that was the last straw. But now I’m feeling incredibly guilty because when the police came he told me what happened and my dad was all mad and started ranting on and on that if he gets charged for child abuse he could lose his career and his job so I don’t know if I should fight for my sisters or let it go the case worker is coming on Thursday.
i feel every little thing is pushing me over the edge, i just want everything to stop so i can breathe.
I’ve recently been dealing with bad body dysphoria since I’ve found out I’m transmasc, i told two people, my stepsister, and my best friend. after telling my stepsister (who I’m very close with) she encouraged me to talk with my mom. she came to the bedroom with me to speak with my mom and as emotional support, half way into the conversation my stepdad came into the room, my parents say they always will support me, even when i came out as pansexual, but this was different, my step dad stared at me with almost a hateful look and even thought he swears up and down he’s not transphobic i could see it when he looed at me. i ended up going back to my room sobbing while my stepsister comforted me. that was about 6 months ago. since then my stepsister has been trying to get my new name (Asher) and my pronouns going around the house, even though my mom said she would try to make me feel as comfortable as possible she’s still buying me dresses and skirts while using my deadname and she/her as well as my stepdad. anytime she corrects her father on my name or gender he angry huffs and storms out. a few months ago we went to great wolf lodge, me and my stepdad we’re play fighting when my stepsister joins in, jumping onto her dad yelling “LEAVE HIM ALOOONE!”. my stepdad pushed my stepsister off of him and glared before screaming “SHE IS A GIRL! IVE HAVE SEEN HER NAKED AND SHE IS NOT A BOY! SO STOP WITH THIS WHOLE ASHER TRANSGENDER THING” since we were shanken up we just leave to our rooms, since then my stepsister has not been trying to use my name and pronouns Infront of my stepdad in fear of getting yelled at. because of this issue with my parents i cant buy a binder or get testosterone and since I’m a minor i cant get surgy, they have refused to get my hair cut past my shoulders and make me feel anymore comfortable in my own body, because of this I’ve started getting suicidal and self harm thoughts again. i have spent many nights crying in my bed not feeling comfortable or even loved by my parents. my friends and they’re parents have made me feel more welcomed then my own, and not to mention my amazing stepsister who has been there for me every step of the way. thankfully its only 4 more years till I’m 18 so i can hopefully get surgery and testosterone (if i even make it to 18 that is.) I’ve just really needed to vent up all this and i hope someone will read it and give me advice.
Warning: domestic violence
homeschooled teen girl writing this.
My dad is a raging narcissist, abuser, manipulator, but I can’t do anything about it because he’s only violent when he’s ‘mad’ and he provides ALL money and finance to our family so what am I supposed to do? I’ve hated him ever since I was a kid and saw him hit my mom and constantly mock her and overall show how much hypocrisy he is and constantly gaslighting lying and manipulating us, but I feel bad for hating him even though he straight up hurts me?
However I feel like his abuse doesn’t count because he only tries to beat us up when we’re in an argument. Does that still count? Is this something to live through? He’s nice and tries to get on my good side but when there’s a conflict he resorts to threatening and trying to beat me up. Is it just anger issues?. I can live with it I guess which is why I’ve never told anyone outside relatives how he acts at home, because it’s not an immediate threat to me I guess. Ever since I was a kid he’d always threaten me with violence and tried to hit me multiple times and justify it with “she was disrespectful.” But I thought it was normal because no one said otherwise.
Today our family was fighting and he was telling me to “shut the [] up” while pointing at me and I was obviously scared so I got up and started walking past behind him, and then he elbowed me and slammed me into the wall and my arm slammed into the wall and painting on it, and I hurt my knuckles and wrist and my arm still hurts where he shoved me. It was a blur and I just started crying and trying to run away I think. My mom defended me and was screaming and saying she’d kill him, and she brought me to my room where I was crying and screaming out of idk frustration and he literally started following us and said “WHAT DID I DO”. Not long after then he stood outside of the door overhearing me talking to my mom and said “I’ll disown that thing” (me) and kept trying to barge into the room. He later barged in and said “I’m sorry for pushing you, I was just mad” and my mom made him leave after more arguing.
I just feel trapped and wish he would get out of my life forever but I feel like I shouldn’t be doing that or feel that way, why am I so conflicted? He straight up says he wants to disown me (twice in the span of two years btw in a very calm voice) and I can’t tell anyone outside because he has a fake kind persona and my mom keeps telling me not to tell anyone about him but yeah I’m just suffocated. I despise him. I can’t describe just how much anger I get thinking about him and all the things he does and I seriously just want some sort of escape, does this even count as physically abuse if it only happens in arguments?
am I being dramatic? I want him gone but at the same time I feel like he provides too much financial support for me to speak up about his behavior and in no way do I want my mom to become a single mom or anything like that, I can just live through his sh!tty behavior so do I just try to decrease the time I spend around him and ignore him? Is this normal?? Should I tell someone outside of the family about this? Is it just violent tendencies that he can try to fix and I should just pray and keep shut about it?
i just want it all to end
Everything is falling apart and I fucking hate it. I got raped 2 months ago by a really close friend who used to babysit us when we were younger and is my sister’s ex. this is so fucking disgusting. I remember the way my dog kept barking at him whenever he was near my room, how he told me to lock my dog in my mom’s room, how he asked me to lay down with him, how he asked how high school was going, and how me not wearing socks reminded him of when I was younger. I felt his hand near my crotch going lower and lower but I just kept making excuses for it and how I was overreacting because he’s a nice guy. He’s never done anything like this before, he was always kind and never gave off any vibes. Even my mom thought of him as her son. This is so fucking unfair like who talks about you as a kid and even mentions your sister before raping you. I didn’t like the way he kissed my inner thighs or how he put his mouth in my crotch while I was thinking if I was dreaming or if I was really getting raped. It was so scary in the dark feeling him more down and up in me without making a sound. Everything was so quiet that even the quietness felt loud and uncomfortable. At some point, I was glad that it was dark for he wouldn’t see my tears. Why would he do that to me? He did it twice and I felt guilty because he asked for my consent when he opened my legs and I just kept saying yes to everything. Maybe it was my fault but he’s an adult. I remember when he left, I texted my friend to come over and told her everything. The way I made a post about it on reddit. It was so weird because I just felt used to it. This wasn’t the first time someone did this to me. My mom’s boyfriend used to touch me every day until I reported it and got called a liar., How an old family friend of ours used to kiss me when I was 6, Or how someone was touching me while I pretended to sleep and never found out who because I didn’t open my eyes. I sometimes really hate being a female
Hey buddy,
when I was seven years old… I got raped by my step father, he groomed me and everything… and it stopped not a long time ago, my mom never believed me. I ran away some months ago. I’m a middle schooler. I hate everything so much, I can still feel his hands on me. No matter how hard I try to get the feeling to go away. Scrub, rinse, scrub. It’s always the same routine. I can barely afford an apartment. I also suffer from Autism and Self Harm… I relapsed today, my arms are a mess, I still have the bite marks from the incident.
I wasn’t born a boy, but I always felt like one, and when I came out to my parents they rejected me… My stepfather told me he was “making a woman out of me” while he raped me. Luckily, I didn’t get pregnant. I always wanted to be a boy, I was born in the wrong body. I hate my life so much, at school people bully me. And no one does anything about it, even when I tell the counselour, teachers or the principal.
I have bruised everywhere, I’m tired of life. What’s the point of living?
Lately I’ve been seeing and hearing things like figures they mostly look like scribbles but sometimes they are more clear? They mostly are faces but recently they have been a full figure and they have started to talk as I used to only hear voices or see things one at a time and the voices keep bringing me back to the time when I was 10 and my brother tried to kill me (possibly) he has always been really rough with me hitting scratching punching ECT for fun or to get his way and he was really degrading and never had something nice to say but besides that the voices and figures keep reminding me of that day the voices keep saying things like ”you should’ve let him do it” or ”why did you run? Just let him kill you” and the figures a lot recently have been standing almost like in the same pose my brother stood in when he was holding the knife and its been really hard for me to sleep as I’ve been paranoid I know this might not seem like its that traumatic to effect me this way but I am very scared and paranoid
When I was around 10 and my brother was 12 we were the only ones home at the time and we had just had an argument and now were standing in the kitchen and then my brother walks over to a cabinet and grabs a knife turns around and looks at me with a cold voice saying he was going to kill me as he ran towards me and I ran to the other side if the kitchen island counter and we played a bit of a game of cat and mouse around the island counter before I bolted up the stairs and into my room locking my door I had no clue if he was going to kill me but I Believed he was…
Evry day I wake up and I feel fucking dead all I think about is going back to sleep and cutting myself all day every day I think about cutting myself it’s the best feeling and for some reason I can’t stop
I have been struggling with my dog’s death and i recently had to move away
I might kill myself😭💀
ive never felt so alone/
Hey there. I hope you all are in good health.
I am a famous influencer from Canada with 5.7 million followers on Instagram. Recently, I experienced a shocking event which I wish to share with you all. A few days ago, I was approached by a famous filmmaker for a short role. They wanted me to play the role of a farmer and offered a whooping amount. I initially agreed to it.
Then I reached their set for the first day shoot. And I was shocked by the way they treated me. They addressed me by the name ‘sidekick’ and kept on abusing me for any small mistake I made on the set. In fact, on the second day, the director came to hit me as I reached a bit late on the set. One the same day, I left the film and repaid the fees I charged for the role.
And that day, I promised myself to never work in a film in the future.
I feel hopless with my depression. Its been two years and im only getting worse
I lost my best friend last week in a tragic accident. Since then, I don’t like doing anything. I feel like I am alive but not in my senses. Seems my soul has left my body.
I am a 63 year old woman, suffering Arthritis and diabetes. I got two sons and 3 granddaughters.
Despite all this, I did something very surprising today morning. Friends, today, I paraglided for the 1st time in life.
I feeling so good about myself. I feeling like being on top of world. Very Very happy
Hello everyone,
I hope you’re all doing well.
I wanted to share a challenge I’m currently facing at work. My manager frequently places blame on me for issues within our processes, even for areas I’m not involved in. It feels as though there’s a strong bias against me, yet my performance keeps me in the role.
The compensation is significantly above industry standards, which is beneficial for supporting my family. However, the persistent criticism and negativity are affecting my well-being. Even after I’m home, I find myself dwelling on these interactions, and it’s beginning to weigh on me heavily.
I’m unsure how to approach this. While the salary is exceptional, the impact of this work environment is becoming increasingly difficult to handle.
I have been experiencing profound isolation for several months. Friends have distanced themselves, deeming me undesirable due to the emergence of red patches on my face, which they perceive as unsightly. Former companions severed ties, expressing that my presence was a social liability, and my girlfriend not only ended our relationship but also blocked all contact. Even my cousins have begun to ostracize me during family gatherings. This has profoundly impacted my mental well-being, and I’m increasingly apprehensive about how I’ll navigate life in solitude.
Hey friends,
I have failed in my final CMP attempt, and I can’t appear for the exam anymore. My parents had a lot of expectations from me. But I couldn’t live up to those expectations. I haven’t informed my parents about my failure yet. I just don’t know how to do that.
Every time I try to go and tell my parents, I just see their happy faces appear in front of my eyes. I feel really bad for them. Feels like I haven’t been a good son.
So, I am reaching out to you, my stranger friends. Any help would be greatly appreciated.
It’s a baby girl guys! Never felt this happy in my entire life. A PROUD MOTHER ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️
I was rejected by a girl in the last week whom I was completely in love with. I am really shattered and can’t get over it. I am not able to concentrate in anything I do. I just feel that I am not worthy of anything anymore.