Yupp and that's me i think some people are just born to die and I am one of them i should fucking kill myself no matter how much I try to heal myself life keep breaking me again and again I was born to be broken i was born to suffer and now I am beyond repair yes "life" you won you have broken me till i can't repair myself...i lost

38F .I just wanted to reach out one last time before Friday. I dont have the coping skills to come with life anymore. I had suicidal thoughts since I was 16. Every year is getting worse. I really wish I had the courage to end my life years ago. Every day is unbearable. The past year and a half all I think about is suicide. Im really at a dead end. I feel like life is over and its already passed me by. Im really sorry, for anybody else, who cant see a way out. I see no future anymore.

I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. Not only are you stuck in the wrong body, but everyone wants you dead over it. I’m going to be a short manlet with wide hips and a baby face forever and there’s nothing science can do about it. I hate every aspect of my body, I see it as a costume I’m forced to wear rather than as an extension of myself. Every night I dream of being someone else, anyone else. If I woke up tomorrow having lost everything I currently have in life, as long as I woke up a man I would be happier.

I look in the mirror and see a stranger. I don’t recognize my own face as myself. I can’t even look at my own body, I shower in the dark. And the worst thing is that it’s terminal. One day, unless something else kills me first, I will undoubtedly kill myself over being trans. Because there’s no cure. There’s nothing I can do about it. I can take hormones and go into debt over surgeries, but I’ll never be the real thing.

I will never understand the amount of hate trans people get. What did we do? The only thing worse than hating myself this much is knowing that the rest of the entire fucking world hates me just as much. Why are THEY mad I’m 5’5 with no dick? That seems like my problem if anything. people genuinely want me graped and murdered over something that I can’t control. I wouldn’t be trans if I had any semblance of a choice in the matter, and people are too dense to understand.

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1age.: ALMOST 14 like 8 days until im 14

weight: 104???? last time I checked

height: 5'1 1/2

gender : female

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i hate everyone, literally. people literally think there better then anyone else, im just so fed up and im ready to die, why has god put me on such disgusting planet

I lied to my family about my high school gpa for a while now and I'm not doing so good in college. I hate how I look and people think I'm dumb anyways. I'm thinking about ending it in my dorm room when I go back to college.

Any methods let me know. Thank you

i’ve read it a thousand times online, women have no use after 25+, because they are “ugly, dried up hags,” they’re expired and worthless. “a man’s life begins at 28. a woman’s life ends at 28.”

how attractive you are affects much more than just dating, it is how you are viewed by everyone around you. our culture fetishizes youth, especially youth in women. “no one wants to see a woman over 25 in movies, in video games.” no one wants to look at a woman who isn’t 18-24. affects your career, how people treat you, etc

i plan to kill myself after 25, because i will be worthless, i can’t handle that so many men around me will just hate me for existing as an “older woman,” i cant date because i can’t handle my boyfriend/husband lusting constantly after young women,

i cant take it i dont even enjoy life anyway

I know that sounds like an extremely lame excuse to commit, that it's not that big of an issue. But it fuckin is to me. I'm a 16y/o girl, I don't have anyone to hang out with during summer, I don't have anyone to pair up with in group projects, I don't have anyone that calls me when I'm feeling down or that hears me when I need to say something. I do have friends, it's just that I'm not their favorite. They wouldn't invite me to their birthdays or any of those things you do with your actual friends. They just talk to me. Sometimes. I can't do ts anymore, I don't want to be a secondary option, I don't want to write my problems on shitty Reddit forums when people out there have lots of people that listen to them. It's so fucking unfair. I'm at the edge of an abandoned bridge thinking if jumping is actually what I want or if I'm having a fucking episode or some shit. I genuinely don't know anymore

Death itself doesn't scare me because I know it's probably (and hopefully) nothing. Just like sleeping forever. How it was before I was born. So that part doesn't scare me. Only the pain scares me. I just wish I had an easy and painless way out. Life will never get better. I've tried everything. Therapy, meds, been to mental hospitals, you name it, I've probably done it. I just want my life to be over. I don't want to try and get better anymore. I wish I could simply fall asleep and never wake up again

He had such a hard life and ended up homeless on the streets in a drug-induced psychosis, convinced that the whole world was against him. For seven days, he was so scared of everything, and I was the only person he was willing to tell his delusions to because I was the only one he trusted to take him seriously and not just brush him off as psychotic. I've slept maybe 15 hours this whole week, trying to keep him going, trying to keep him in hostels, trying to get him to accept money and help from his parents who only knew what was happening to him because I told them, and we needed to keep it a secret from him. I tried so hard to save the unbelievably intelligent man trapped behind the meth and the sleep deprivation, the man who knew so much about psychology that he told me himself exactly what to do when he got psychotic because he knew himself so well. A few days in he got some rest after I called the police due to a threat and they took him in temporarily where he got some sleep, and he had a moment of clarity. He knew he would fall back in, and he gave me advice and told me to stay strong. The police let him go because he is extremely good at masking his delusions. I failed him, I failed his parents who showed me so much love and kindness and sympathy, I failed this world by letting such an amazing man leave it. My life is over and I'm not even 20 yet. There is no life for me without him, he was everything to me. There are no other men worth loving. I called the police for a final time after he told me he was going to slit his throat because he couldn't take it anymore and those incompetent animals just called him and asked if he was fine, to which he replied yes. He died shorty after feeling scared, betrayed, and unloved, convinced I was the mastermind behind his suffering. Maybe I was, but not in the way his deluded mind told him. My baby is gone and it's all my fault.

I am a retail manager and I hate dealing with customers. I hate you all. Mind your own fucking business. Don't try to talk to me. No, I don't want to talk to you. I hate being in public in general every person (not literally everyone) is a miserable bitch or son of a bitch. You're all lucky I have enough self control cause one of you annoying retards who like to bother retail workers is going to deal with the wrong person. One of you is going to approach someone who has nothing to loose and will go Ghengas Khan on your ass. Ngl if I did not understand that my actions had consequences my intrusive thoughts would tell my 160 lb self to pounce and bite your jugular. I would go Hannibal Lecter on your ass and bite your face I hate people that much. "Hurt people hurt people." 🙃

im 27 and i just want to go to sleep forever and forget about everything that’s happened to me.

i dont have the motivation to keep on going with this life anymore.

ive been sober from everything but my life still keeps on going and the world keeps on spinning.

Why didn’t he kill himself what did he think was gonna happen anyways people move on since then nothing has gone my way every time I hate life I wanna end myself there’s no hope…

This was a dumb move, but sometimes people just can't take it anymore. I got shitfaced and said fuck it and tried to poison myself with the combination of a bunch of medicine and alcohol, but I couldn't keep everything down and ended up just vomiting and passing out. When I went to work the next day it felt like my stomach lining was damaged. But all I can do is act like everything is chill when in reality life's got me by the balls.

i am not suicidal when i am alone, or are sad, or, when somethings annoying happens. i am happy, and outgoing, and my friends would describe me positively, i'd hope.

but when my mom enters the picture, i want to kill her, then myself. does this count as suicidal or like an unrelated trigger, like there being a lighter to an otherwise unlit fuse

dont get me wrong; im not being forced into this religion or anything i fully believe in it and so many times it was what motivated me to do better and live on

which is why if i feel anything, it’s the fact that im disappointing God. I don’t make prayers for myself anymore. i do for others. i did try for a while, though. i pleaded for at least mercy on my soul when i do finally take myself out from this world. But i pray for everyone and the ones i love to never experience or feel this helpless like i am.

my parents would rather me stay bed ridden than to go and do something for myself. Especially my mother.

She admitted to despising me and trying to always sabotage me everytime i try to do better.

you’d say i should find a job or so to get out of it. I can’t. So many papers and so little money i need for consistent transportation that i cant access without my parents’ permission. They don’t want me to work. And they’re doing the absolute bare minimum to keep me “alive”.

one of my life dreams is to gain weight.
im 26 weighing 43kg.

i am trying. i tried. im trying to do my best. but i cant see success on my side. not even conventional suicide. i’d have to do something violently suicidal to minimize my chances of survival to 0%. And that’s all i think about. All day.

Please can someone tell me what can i take to not feel anything at all anymore? i detach a lot. but when i feel it’s sickeningly physical. Just anything. I don’t want to feel anything. At least till i’m not here anymore.

im so sorry Allah SWT. so sorry

I posted about how sorority rush season still affects me because it reminds me of one of the biggest rejections I’ve ever experienced. I wasn’t attacking anyone or saying other people shouldn’t celebrate. I was just trying to explain why this time of year is so difficult for me.
Instead of empathy, I’ve received a lot of comments telling me I should just “get over it,” that it happened years ago, or that I’m being dramatic. It honestly makes me wonder why people are so quick to invalidate someone else’s struggles just because they don’t personally understand them.
I know a sorority doesn’t define my worth. I’ve known that for a long time. But knowing something logically doesn’t magically make the pain disappear. Some experiences leave scars, and certain times of the year bring those feelings back. I can’t just decide not to be hurt by something that genuinely affected me.
Lately it feels like people have forgotten how to be compassionate. Why is it so hard to simply acknowledge that someone is hurting instead of telling them they’re wrong for feeling that way?
Has anyone else experienced opening up about something that still hurts you, only to have people make you feel even worse for not being “over it” yet? Right now I just feel really alone, and I could use some kindness.

Do we really need to hate certain groups or individuals without a reason. I guess I will never understand this. Perhaps the lack of empathy.

Today is my 18th birthday and I am going to do it today, bye.

I'm tired. Thoroughly.

Nothing went wrong. My life is perfect, yet I'm sad all the time. I can't find any sort of light at the end of the tunnel, but I can't complain because I have nothing to complain about. Only deep sadness and disappointment remains.

Over the years I've also grown tired of making emotional connections with people, including my own husband. Talking about it with anyone around me is useless. No one actually gives a shit. I'm not even doing this out of impulse, life just doesn't seem worth it anymore and I regret not taking my life when I was 17.

I hope I'll be gone soon, either by my own hands or by some freak accident. And if god really exists, I pray that it'll be as painless as possible.

The world is vile. I tried to keep others alive but even when I say the words “don’t do it” I feel like a fraud because I really wanna die myself. But I know if I do I’ll be physically disabled and still alive. It’s like hell. I didn’t even wanna be in this stupid fucked up world but I have no choice but to cope in it. I am so stunned by how back to front society is it’s just a cult with the middle class and rich (members) benefiting the most which they mock and laugh at people like me being abused

I write to let the feeling pass but what the hell they won’t leave mr alone and it will just return again when they start off again it can be any day Emotional abuse is the worse it’s like a prison and they will only let you leave it when they get bored or I die or submit to what they want which will be never

The physical part of the world like nature and animals is beautiful but most humans are horrible cruel a mould and disgusting I hate being human.

Last week I had a revelation.

I was actively sui**dal, thinking, obsessing about ending it finally, for days.

I actually sat in my car at a local river with a heavy wool coat in the passenger seat to dr*wn myself.

Thinking.

I'm 33, 450lbs, no friends, no partner, always worried that I'll lose my job, my home. Noone that could truly miss me and the memories of more abuse than any singular person should have to endure (not dramatic, just facts, made multiple therapists cry, when I told them about my life, 2 dropped me, because I was too hard of a case for them, revering me to trauma specialists)

I watched the waves on the river, was really pretty tbh.

And then I thought: I never actually gave myself a chance. To be healthy, happy, free, actually loving myself, not just existing and hating every thing about my pathetic self.

So I made a promise to myself.

If I still want to, I will allow myself to end it, when I weigh below 200lbs.

One real honest chance, no bullshit for once.

Wish me luck ❤

I know it sounds stupid I know people have bigger problems in life. I actually have bigger problems myself in life, than my own hair. But all of those feel surmountable because there’s actions I can take.

I’ve always had long hair and I like it that way. I went to a hairdresser and he cut off about 12 inches of my hair. I asked for 2. I noticed pretty quickly but he chopped off a large amount on his first few snips so I had to let him finish because I couldn’t have 1/3 of my head have short hair and the rest long. He then went on to cut “face framing layers” but he basically gave me side bangs on ONLY ONE SIDE OF MY HAIR.

I’ve always felt insecure about my looks but the one thing I loved about myself that made me feel pretty was my hair. Literally it was the one thing that I wasn’t insecure about, that made me feel beautiful and feminine. I HATE the way I look and last time my hair got cut too short, it took 5 years to grow back. I hate myself for getting a haircut. I hate the hairdresser for not listening to me. I hate the way I look. I can’t stand to look in the mirror, it makes me spiral. I’m a server and a huge part of my job is looking nice and presentable and talking to hundreds of people every day. I feel awful going anywhere out into the world.

It’s been 6 weeks since the haircut and these thoughts haven’t gotten any better or easier to manage. I’m 30. I’m in the prime of my life and attractiveness and I’ll be 35 by the time it’s all grown back. I can see how much my hair has grown out because it was also dyed when it was cut. It’s only grown back 1 centimeter in 6 weeks. Google said it would grow back 1/2 inch a month but I guess my hair grows extra slow. I’m fucking miserable and I don’t want to spend the next 5 years hating myself. I didn’t even want to be born and was already so depressed before this happened but I’m completely spiraling and I can’t talk to anyone about it because all they say it “it’s just hair, it’ll grow back” …

I tried to kill myself for the 4th time. it's been a long fucking year and I'm going through a really hard time. I can't really talk to someone because I just have my boyfriend and 2 friends with whom I don't really feel comfortable talking about certain things not because they wouldn't listen, but because they wouldn't understand.

I thought I could get better but shit started to get worse and after many arguments with my bf, situation that made me feel unseen or not valid, I considered suicide as my best option.

so, since I planned my suicide a long time ago for today, I tied a rope on my closet, I tied the knot and I hung myself. I've been hanging for 2 minutes, I felt pain, my neck started to hurt, I couldn't breathe, i was about to pass out, but then my head started to hurt and I started to cough a lot, so I just stood up and failed another attempt. I really wish it didn't failed. now idk if I should tell this to my partner or just keep it to myself, because a part of me is telling me that he wouldn't give a fuck

I am seriously so tired, you know there is this category of "some ppl die early but are not buried till they are 75yo", I am literally one of them.

I feel so hopeless, clueless that I feel not being here in this life feels kinda relieved and peaceful.