I tried to k*ll myself over a year ago. I only told one person and they didn't even care. I am falling into another depression and I am afraid I might not make it out. I have no support and no activities. I am scared for my future.
OCD has got me in the parasocial relationship chokehold once again, I love fictional characters too much. I yearn for a healthy relationship, whether itās s*xual or parental or something else, to the point I become obsessed with a character and even get jealous if theyāre in a relationship. I need help.
I think im too aromantic for a lot of my friends. They're all having 2 and 3 different crushes at once and it took me years to even have one.
Iām a 21 year old man. I feel alone and unlovable. Every woman Iāve tried to be with has either denied me, or got with me and just left. God does not love me. God hates me. And it shows. I havenāt gotten any partner, any success. Yet i prayed everyday. Itās always the same. Iām so tired. I donāt care anymore.
I lied about my dad SA me when I was 14. He was verbally abusive and my mom said if she found out he put his hands on me or my siblings, she'd leave immediately. I thought it was the only way out. He got sick before I could say anything about the lie and he died without anyone knowing except my sister and a couple friends. Now everyone knows because of my mom and I feel like I tarnished his life even though he was abusive already.
Iām a pastor and I have a real struggle breaking free from p**n. No one knows. No one really knows me at all. They donāt want to really know me because Iām a āman of Godā and weāre not really human after all. Iām filled with shame and I feel like a hypocrite and a total failure. Iām thinking about other job opportunities.
My mom bullies me and I felt so upset that I wrote about it in a journal. Literally the same day I find the page that I wrote on the fridge. Just tries to shame me in front of everyone
i feel like a burden to everyone and i think if i just left everyone and was alone forever no one would care - i think my presence is something no one enjoys and id i left forever i wouldn't be missed. i wish i didn't despise myself so intensely and i wish someone enjoyed the fact that i exist. i hate myself more than anything with a burning passion.