There is no hope for mankind as a whole. Humanity is inherently evil and likes it that way. All of humanity enjoys treating each other like crap. Case in point, when Politicians and Activists say crap and we disagree with it, we're automatically called derogatory names. Not to mention ALL of history is about treating each other like crap. That alone proves there's no hope for mankind.

The worst thing is that I believe it's all happening while I'm still alive. I believe that my existence alone is bad luck and I never should have been born. And that it's my mere existence that's one of the causes of all the bad and horrible things happening in the world. What was the point of me even being born if this is truly the case?

The world is better off without me. There's no good people left in the world and it will remain that way forever. Life would be so much better if I never existed...

I'm a junior in high school and the year is almost done. according to my counselor the only colleges I can get into are state schools and community colleges. Where I'm from going to a state school is seen as pathetic and weak which is basically how I feel right now. Compared to everyone else I'm stupid as hell. I have a 3.4 GPA , I don't have sports, or any extra curriculars. I spend all my time studying for school and I still fail. My last straw is a few days ago when I got a D on a test i studied 4 hours for. Since school is my whole life I've been deciding whether to off myself or not. I get clowned by my friends all the time, they don't know how much I struggle . my parents support me with tutors but it still does not help. I love their support but the fact that I can do anything with it makes me few like a waste of money for them . I try so hard and I get no results meanwhile people around me are getting their dream scores and getting into dream colleges. Should I continue to pursue school or just stop wasting everybody's time and just work a minimum wage job? Going to college when I clearly can't even handle high school seems pointless and a waste of money.

I’m feeling incredibly sick, serious neck/arm pain, headache, tiredness more than usual, legs and ankles are aching, and specially the left side of my body, nausea and general stomach aches and sharp pains every so often, but I’m now at the age where I don’t get any sympathy from anyone. Yes I realize it’s rather immature or self absorbed to want some sympathy but when you fell sick or like crap and don’t have any friends or colleagues to talk to about it you kind of want your parents to even ask if you’re ok or show some interest, but no. I guess we’ve crossed that line.

I have depressive episodes and I’ve realized lately that it’s usually because of my parents arguing. I’m always just in the middle listening pretending like it doesn’t bother me. I am too afraid to say anything while they argue bc I fear I may make it worse or they will turn on me. I’m only 17 and I’m dependent on them and I’m scared they will get divorced. I don’t know how to cope with my depressive episodes since it’s really caused by them. I wanted antidepressants but I’m too scared to ask them bc I don’t want them to know that they are the reason I am depressed and have anxiety. I am just scared and my episodes have been getting worse lately.

I am fortunate to be in a country where I could have pursued any field of education but I couldn’t pursue my passion for comp science because I’m just stupid. I fell into severe depression but worked hard in the humanities field to try and make something for myself.

I’d have to work twice as hard as everyone but eventually did it and had a good job. Until I was fired for something beyond my control, I reacted in a very emotional and stupid manner which only aggravated the situation, developed psychosis and was later diagnosed with the most severe form of bipolar at the age of 28. Then I lost everything.

I had so many dreams I wanted to achieve. So many passions I wanted to pursue. If only I was capable.

But no. My brain fucking sucks. I fucking hate it. I didn’t choose to be born like this but I fucking am — not visibly disabled but limited in so many ways.

There are those that are born in poor conditions but are capable of so much. Yet they amount to nothing because the environment fails them. And there are those like me who have access to good education and prospects yet it’s our own biology that fails us.

Fuck you, life. What a bitch.

Hi, I'm 40 M.

I've been on and off meds nearly my entire life. Fighting my Depression and some other things. I'm currently in therapy but it's not really helping me, other than very short term.

I've attempted suicide a couple of times, where it didn't work out. I'm too scared for it to hurt too much or that i'll end up a veggie, with a functional brain inside a broken body.

Im financially stable, so I don't need a job. I've got so much free time to be inside my head. It's the same old rut I go through day by day. I don't have the will to do anything. I don't find joy or meaning in anything, because what's the point really. This existence feels like one big waiting room, I've pulled a number, now I'm waiting in queue for my turn to finally be free.

I've gotten so used to wearing my mask of joy, so others around me don't get uncomfortable. I no longer feel the difference between fake and true joy, it just feels hollow.

I want to travel a bit, maybe that would spark something in me, I don't know where to start or how to do it. And I don't want to do it alone.

I don't really want to die, I just wouldn't mind it if I didn't wake up tomorrow. I haven't given up completely, I lost my map and I can't find it anywhere, If I ever had one to begin with. I don't remember.

I feel so lost.

I’ve feel like i’ve been on edge with everything the past year or so. i got out of a bad living situation and have been living on my own with my cats for a year trying my best to keep on top of everything and it’s been rough but i’ve been barely managing but my job just informed me that bc our DM left and we got a new one my position is no longer available and the only way for me to stay is to take a pay cut and i don’t know what to do. i’ve already been looking for a new job but it’s so hard and none of the places i’ve interviewed want to pay shit. i’ve inadvertently cut off a lot of my friends this past year just because i can never afford to go out with them and i just feel so alone. and i don’t know what to do to improve anything, my lease doesn’t end till September and i thought i was going to be able to get through it till my job dropped the pay cut on me.

Stopping my meds because I want to feel worse. Life with SSRIs is just bland. I still feel suicidal, except with less of an urge than before.

I’m tired of living. I’ve failed at so much, I still live at home, I’ve lost my mother, I’m in fear of losing my father next. im still a virgin, with my own sexuality issues, I’m bisexual and I’ve struggled with it since I was 13, and I’ve never had a girlfriend, nor kissed a girl. I never told my mom I was bi, and still haven’t told my dad, it feels to awkward and unnecessary to share that part of me. I have no friends of my age in my city, no career, no job(although I tried my hardest at working at an amazon warehouse last year), and my weight has gotta up to 483lbs, the heaviest I’ve ever been.The death of my mother has ruined me like I never thought I could be ruined ever before. What is the point in living anymore.

Was reading the the posts and comments here late into last night and this morning. It made me feel seen so I thought I'd share something since this community seems full of supportive people.

I've been struggling with anxiety and depression since August of 2023. I was put on various medications and have been to the psych ward 3 times since then. The story involves a traumatic and drawn-out breakup but I am not sure I have the strength or the distance from those events to write about them in any detail.

I am lucky enough to have a supportive family and I have been living with them for a little over a month now to try and recover. In this time, I've started exercising a little and, with the help of my brother, have been spending time outdoors. I began getting up in the morning on my own after previously having to be literally dragged out of bed just to eat breakfast. My psychiatrist has been steadily tapering off my medications. (Although I recently went off mirtazapine and it's been rough. I slid back into not being able to get up in the morning, crying a lot and generally breaking down. I am trying to manage the side effects of this and things seem to be improving.)

I write all this to say that, on the surface, I seem to be making progress but on the inside nothing has changed.

For instance, today I managed to get up, take a shower, go for a long walk in the woods and help prepare dinner. It's been a successful day on paper but on the inside I am hurting. I can't stop the rumination and I get sudden jolts of anxiety that make it feel like someone is pressing down on my chest. My thoughts are filled with self-loathing and regret so insistent and pervasive that I can't escape unless I mindlessly listen to a comedy podcast just to drown out the noise in my head. Every morning I wake up with anxiety and I look forward to night time to get some rest from existing.

It's so unbelievably difficult to do the things everyone says you should to get better, even with a support system. I just don't know how to keep going with the outward stuff while my mind continues to be an inhospitable place.

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I’ve been struggling for a few years now and things just keep getting worse and not better.

My life has never been easy but I experienced happiness and used to be able to bounce back pretty quickly. The older I get, the harder it is and the more things hurt.

I lost my mom (my only remaining family member) in 2013 after being her caregiver for over a year. That was one of the hardest things I’ve ever faced and realizing I was essentially alone in the world (friends and spouses can leave you) really terrified me. The. I was abducted and assaulted in 2014 and suffer from PTSD because of that. I have always had terrible anxiety but no serious depression until after the event that caused my PTSD.

I went through court proceedings and things went well, I felt safe again for the most part. By 2018, I was feeling great. I went off my antidepressants and started eating healthy. I lost 70lbs, felt confident and motivated.

Then.. don’t know what happened. I started feeling bad again about 2 years ago. I got a job with my best friend of 35 years in 2019. We were closer than ever. No issues. Marriage of 30 years was fine if not blissful. I was happy. Money has always been a worry for me but things were good. I just started feeling down once in awhile and then it gradually became more frequent until I was down more than I was up.

I got back on antidepressants but I didn’t really notice any changes. Life started kicking me again: money issues, house and cars constantly falling apart, sick pets, relationship issues. I became extremely depressed and have no motivation or joy anymore. I was finally able to get an appointment with a therapist last month and started to feel hopeful. We haven’t started regular sessions yet due to her availability but we are due to start on April 15 and I thought I would be okay until then.

But then Monday night my best friend’s spouse threatened to leave if I wasn’t removed from their life. There was no event or incident to cause this. Just insecurity and paranoia. But my best friend has chronic health problems that have significantly worsened in the past year and currently can’t work and has no where to go if kicked out and no insurance or way to pay for anything without their spouse. So I was told to not contact them ever again and removed/blocked from all contact.

I understand but god it fucking hurts. I love this person as much as any family I’ve ever had. We have been friends since we were 13 and had a bond that I thought was unbreakable. I know my best friend is hurting too but they have never been as emotional or as sensitive as I am and can “just not think about it” whereas I can’t stop dwelling on it.

It’s worse than death because I know this person is right there but I can never reach out to them again.

I feel like I can’t escape the grief. I would do anything not to feel this way. I’m broke and I can’t get an emergency appointment with my therapist so I have nothing to relieve this horrible excruciating heartache. I can’t sleep or eat or focus on anything. I can’t stop crying. I don’t want to be conscious.

I just want to make the pain stop and I don’t know what to do. I’m so tired of always feeling hopeless and never seeming to find a way out of the constant misery in my head. I feel like I have lost everything that kept me from giving up but I’m too cowardly to die because ….what if? What if something good happens? But it never seems to, so I just exist in pain every waking moment.

How do I get through this? Please someone tell me how to not feel.

I (he/him) am 28 and I feel lost since I was 14. As soon as I found out I was gay and started analysing myself I panicked and decided to hide my true self, so much so that I think I don't even know who I am anymore.

I'm an introvert, socially awkward and very lonely. I have friends but they are either very busy or online friends and I don't really have a deep connection with my family it's not bad but they don't really understand me (I don't think anyone does tbh).

I have been mostly unemployed for 7 years, there have been some jobs here and there but nothing really meaningful. I don't really have money and what I have studied in the past is a career I happened to hate.

The only way I can kind of cope with my life is videogames and music. However I'm getting to a point that I'm not really enjoying anything anymore.

I don't know how to find my place in the world. If you think you can guide me somehow I would really appreciate it. Sorry if anything is poorly expressed, my first language is not English. Thanks in advance to anyone who even bothers to read this.

Hello everyone. I am 25 years old, currently work as a security guard where my job consists of sitting in my car from 7pm until 5am. It’s a miserable job and I hate it. Anyway, I want to study youth work as I have always been passionate about it. I discussed this with my wife and she is absolutely no support whatsoever, she only sees the here and now whereas I’m future focused. Anyway, I’m rabbling and I just want to know if anyone here is in a similar position? It’s really getting me down as I have nowhere/no one else to turn to.

I (19F) feel excluded and it’s making me feel depressed and I even Self harm because of it At university I feel excluded from friend groups and I literally have no one I spend my lunches alone sitting somewhere because I have no friends and no one to talk to. During class no one speaks a word to me. The same with work everyone has their friend and then there’s me the odd one out. I try so hard to fit in but I just don’t. I’m not pretty enough and I wish I was or skinny enough but I’m working towards losing weight. I’m very socially awkward and I am aware that people don’t want to be friends with someone who is awkward but once you get to know me I’m wild and I’m a whole new person. I am aware that I should step out of my confidence zone but I grew up with a narcissist mother who criticised me for EVERYTHING and still does and ever since I was a kid I was always the listener never the talker. Now when I attempt to talk I get spoken over or no one is listening:,) I’m extremely tired of this all. I compare myself to my long term friend because she has a huge friend group and friends and she’s so social and everyone loves her and I don’t even have 5 friends in total:,) I’m genuinely suicidal at this point lol

Logically, I have to think at some point it does but I've lost the hope. My body aches everywhere from the constant tension and stress. I'm on edge. I'm exhausted. Shitty sleep cycles. Hardly eat. Or over eat. I'm just tired of this life. I do want to be better, I just can't seem to get there. Ugh.

This has easily been the worst year if my life. Since Christmas I've had the worst time. Spent Christmas night in jail, hurt my back on the job in February, lost said job on March, denied unemployment just today. I'm straight up done.

i love it when no one loves me, all I want is to be loved the way i love. Why can’t anyone love me. Everything hurts everything hurts and im so deep in it can’t get out, everyone hates me and everyone fucking despises me. I can’t stand myself why am i like this

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I've met a guy on here, he's around my age, really kind+nice and we have a lot of similarities... But I really wish I could cuddle with him or something, he needs it I think...he's depressed like me and I would love to just cuddle. Idk, this is like...not even that big of a deal compared to most my problems but I thought I'd share it

So Im really kinda lost, therapist says I dont wanna Change, tough the Things that depress me so much are just live, which even my therapist said.

Its mostly about Work, I have No interests or skills and social anxiety, my knee is screwed, so I cant walk far.

So what am I supposed to change, its always a 40 hour Work week, its always exhausting and stressful, no matter what I do, after 40h im done for the week in Terms of doing things, so my most life is just a compilation of chores.

I looked at Jobs for years everyday, its all about working your ass off for the necessities that your forced to consume and maybe pile some garabarge luxury on top. Can No longer do Manual Labor, so to get a good Job I can Take a Credit to lesen how to work even more in even more mentally challenging Job, nice Change. It Just feel like torture, Im completely controlled by outside fators, there is nothing to be changed really. In the End you are still there for 40 hours a week.

I tried changing atleast my thinking, but best I can do ist just accepting my Slave live and trying to work 16 hours a day so I dont think too much about lost free time, but its so hard.Even Just thinking about starting Work again makes me light headed lmao.

How can I Accept that my life is only 16 hours of work and sleep, any good

33M Florida. Suffered for decades. I’m in the middle of my worst spell in neatly 10 years. Only my wife here who can only handle so much. No friends or family. I want to call a crisis line but the last 3 times I have led to me being baker acted which is only worse. Please help.

The reason why is simply because people assume I’m slow. I look slow my working memory IS bad I’ll admit. Although when I take an iq test I usually always get mid 90s to low 100s. My thing is being stupid or stupid looking and ugly and also weak looking is a perfect combo for suicide. People don’t like me and noticed people are always covertly testing my intelligence. “ do you know how to drive?” I heard people say “something is wrong with him. People never like me usually because not only am I slow/look slow I’m also ugly. I truly believe you can’t even have a “good personality “ if people perigee you as ugly slow and weak because people will never see you as cool. Being a nice person gets you nowhere and it’s not even a big reason people would want to hang with you anyways unlesss it makes them feel superior to you.

( sorry for the long paragraph )

15, F

I used to be perfect. I played competitive soccer for nine years. I did flag football and track for my school team. I've always been considered an extremely agile person, extremly fast. I had straight A's, I had always taken the highest and hardest classes at school. I completed in competitions of all types, math competitions, I've done speeches in front of large crowds, won them, Ive won county fairs and I've been to many state STEM competitions. I was artistically able. I competed in art contests, My teachers loved my art. I could paint, draw, do digital art. I read, I wrote, I was writing a book and was 300 pages through it. I played guitar for five years straight, and piano once I quit guitar. I was the child that someone could have considered perfect. But I'm nothing close to it. I wish this was a flex. I wish I could be flexing right now, but instead I'm on Reddit, writing on a depression community because I want to die. I know, I know, everyone says it. But I am lost, truly lost, and I guess this is my last resort for some sort of guidance before I kill myself. Because whoever I described in the first few sentenves, that's not me anymore, that was never me.

I'm not someone who you would expect to be smart. I'm weird, truly weird and I act it on purpose. To make people laugh, and it works. It works so well that that's all I've ever been: weird. If I wasn't me, I'd look at myself and think she was the least capable person in the room. Though I guess now I am. And yet, I'm weird, I'm supposed to be the funny kid, you wouldn't expect me to be all teary deary sad, but here I am.

Recently, a prominent person in my life died. Okay, not recently, this was a while ago, but sometimes I still see them. I'm no schizophrenic, but I do think I'm crazy. I am crazy. I hurt myself. I hate myself. I want to do horrible, horrible things and most of the time I just don't know why. Sometimes I just need to feel pain because I deserve nothing more than that. Ever since this individual died, I guess everyone else sort of died.

At school, Ive always been ridiculed. I'm the friend who gets made of fun of because I'm supposed to be able to take it. I'm supposed to be able to sit there and laugh while they hurt me. I'm supposed to be the weird friend, the person who doesn't care, the person who loves herself and makes people laugh. But I can't. I've been made fun of everything. Everything. I know I'm not the prettiest person, but it's never mattered about being pretty, just the fact that im hated enough to be the only person to get made fun of. I quit soccer a year ago because I have issues. Because I have horrible, horrible anxiety and can't go onto a field where people are watching me. I don't know why, call it a very severe case of stage fright. I know it's more than that, after that person I mentioned earlier died, Ive also gone a bit mad. They were the person who would support me when no one else did. When I was still playing soccer, Id see them clapping for me on the sidelines, even though the weren't alive. but now I won't ever see them again. And it's hard to understand even though it's been so long. I think I'm anxious because it makes me sick how I'll never see this person again. But anyways, I quit track because I was made fun of for how I ran. I quit flag football because I was the only player constantly yelled at. I stopped taking high classes because they said I was wasting my life. I can't compete in competitions because I can't be in front of crowds. Because the last time I did, I threw up on stage. I stopped doing art because they could only critique it. People don't like me, people hate me and my vocals. People hate me, that's why they yell slurs at me, call me ugly. Everyone hates me. And I wish I was being paranoid. I'm not sure why. Do they know what happened? No, and they never will. It's just that after this person died, I had to start pretending. I had to make people laugh so I didn't cry and now I'm just sort of on my own planet. And ruining myself. Anyways, you couldn't possibly see how deranged and useless this body of mine is, but trust me, im bad. I'm crazy and sick in the head so I'm not really sure what to do. This is a cry for help before I do something really bad to myself.

Hey I’ve been dealing with anxiety and depression a lot this year. I’m in journalism School and I don’t have internship for this summer, even tho all of my classmates have one. I also struggle a lot to find where I wanna specialize and it’s actually now. It’s making me anxious and depressed A LOT and I’m just so tired. I’ve been feeling this way for years and it’s getting more and more to the point I’m tired and I don’t wanna keep going. Idk it’s just pointless to live like this and no one seems to care anyway to find a way to help me. I’ve been working so hard this year, having no time nor energy to just do anything apart from class and working. And I feel no one cares about that. Whatever sorry for the rambling. It’s late and I’m just tired of feeling this way, months have passed and now I still can’t function normally. I just wish I wouldn’t wake up really argh

i have been on anti-depressants for just over two years now, consistently, taking 150mg a day of sertraline and 50mg of quetiapine to help with sleep problems. I don’t regret it at all, it has helped me recover and continues to keep me less anxious and less depressed. HOWEVER, the one side effect i have had is memory loss. i started uni in September and i can’t remember the stories of how i met my now close friends. i don’t remember random scenarios that should be easy to remember. the only way i can describe it is like if something traumatic has happened, which did happen when i was younger, and you loose a chunk of your memory from that time because your brain has blocked it out. that’s what it feels like, i don’t have a clue how i met some of my best friends literally 7 months ago. has anyone else dealt with or feel similar?

I just need to vent. So feel free to just ignore this post

So I've been depressed for most of my life. And it's never really gone away. Actually it's gotten worse But I'm 19. And since I'm basically an adult now people are telling me that I have to figure out what to do with my life. My parents especially

And I'm trying to get a job. But it's not going to change anything. If I get a job im still going to want to die

I'm trying to stay positive and see the good In life. But fuck I just wish I could stop existing

My dad recently told me that he's going to "make a carpenter out of me" Fuck is that all I have to look forward to in life. Working a job I hate. Surrounded by people I hate. Just so I can live a life I hate?

Fuck I just feel so lost y'know. I'm so sick of being depressed and hating life But I don't know how to change. Everything just feels terrible.

I’ve been on it a month now .. up to 150 mg .. but it’s not helping !! I’ve been feeling so anxious and empty depressed inside … has this happened to anyone else !??

Did you take something hing that made you feel better !?

I also take Zoloft and Concerta .. but the lamotrigine only a month !

Have been struggling with depression and anxiety pretty heavily since about the first semester. I used to be averaging high grades in my classes, a pretty normal attendance, overall I was doing pretty good. And then I had seemed to work myself into a state of extreme burnout. And basically ever since then, I have just put my head down and tried to work through it as I just simply kept being told "You're so close to graduating! Don't give up!" and now here we are. Fast foward to the present and I am now failing both classes required for graduation. I barely show up nowadays. Had spoken with the principal and student services and they presented me with two paths: Prioritize my health first, graduate second, or really try and push to make a comeback in my classes now and graduate on time. I'm so torn because I don't want to miss out on the experience of graduating with my friends, yet, I also want to prioritize my health first as I am simply too overwhelmed and far behind, and I simply don't know if I am ready to handle the amount of coursework I will need to grind out as I don't want to simply overwhelm myself right back to square one. If you have any insight, please share. It may help me. I am so lost and I don't know what to do.

I can't wrap my head around it. I just can't, like what? Is life not an exhausting and unpleasant experience for everyone? Why don't they feel like that? All I hear is everything in my hands and I should put in work to get out of depression. Why would I want that? For as long as I've been thinking about it, it's not worth it for me. Why would I want to put in work to get out of depression, it's a struggle with the ultimate goal to prolong struggling. Do people without depression feel like it's worth to struggle and push yourself to keep on living? Life never gets easy, then why keep living? It doesnt make sense, if you touch a hot stove you remove your hand immediately, you dont hold it there. People say well life is beautiful and of course sometimes bad things happen but good things happen too! Yeah, they do. I've experienced good things, they are great, but default state is sad, to get a good thing you need to put in a tremendous amount of effort, way more than justifiable for the amount of satisfaction you will get. And the good thing will end or sting back eventually, it always does, leading to another wave of pain and struggle. So for 1 unit of happiness I need to endure 10 units of struggle and unhappiness upfront + another 10 units of struggle and sadness will be scheduled to bite me in the ass afterwards. Like wtf what, hell no.

Im 27 M. I have a B.S. Industrial Technology. I make a decent living but still live at home because I don’t think I can comfortably afford my own place. I’m at very very low point in my life, I broke up with my girlfriend a few months ago due to the constant nagging and feeling like I could not make her happy.

I was told that I sucked as a boyfriend but was a great person. I was pretty much told that all I did was complain about money and bitched every time I had to help her out. I will give her the fact I did stay with her most of the time. She was in between jobs and for a few months and it was very tight financially. I bring home $900 dollars a week and I gave her $100 dollars of my pay check every week. I also helped her out as much as I could, payed for and built her a new porch. Tried to fix her house up a little bit and helped her out with her utilities and groceries as much as I could. She also managed to tell me that I never finished any of the projects I started at her house on my dime.

She had zero money saved and managed to think she had to buy 28 people small trinkets for Christmas. This really set on my nerves and I bought her everything she needed to make a huge painting as a Christmas gift for her family (150 dollars worth) plus her Christmas gift $300, I started to continuously get aggravated when she wanted my help for two weeks with the painting for hours at a night every day I get off work. I do admit it was kind of selfish not to want to help her, I felt like I just needed time to wind down after work and not work on a painting and do chores for 3 hours after I got home.

The needle on the hay was she got in a wreck and her jeep flipped over on its top, I spent 14 hours in the hospital with her through every scan and Xray and the doctor released her as fine.

A week later she tells me that she needs to go physical therapy because a second doctor told her she couldn’t go to work. I understand that she would have aches and pains but there was not a bruise on her. I have been through many physical injuries as a motocross rider and multiple major surgeries. I’m not a doctor but I know hurt when I see it. Long story short, I felt like she being very dishonest with me about everything just so she could try to make an injury claim. It’s one thing to lie to an insurance company but I don’t see it right to lie to your partner.

We caught up yesterday after not seeing each other for a few months and she made the comment that I need to level up with my career so I can make more money. I work 60 days straight sometimes to try to catch up.

She was a good girlfriend in many ways, she cooked, helped me out with my clothes and always took care of me emotionally when I needed someone.

I just feel fucking hurt man, I was not the best boyfriend in a lot of ways but that shit got to me.

After our break up I’ve just beeen in a very low place. I struggle immensely with anxiety and I have never had good self esteem and have always constantly felt myself being rejected and never good enough for most people I’m interested in.

I don’t even want to try to date because rejection puts me down super hard, but I know it’s the only way I can move on.

I take good care of myself and workout regularly. I have some decent friends and hobbies that keep me busy,

Short to say I have huge self worth issues. I’m not proud of the fact at all that I still live with my mom and I really wish I could afford a house.

I think the main thing that gets me is that I can not get past my low self worth and the amount of rejection and lack of confidence I have.

I’m tired and really don’t feel like facing the world anymore.