Got no talents, got no friends, got no job, can’t talk to people, look like I been dragged through hell, find life terrifying and hideously painful, really this planet is a hellish mistake and the sooner we wipe ourselves out as a species, the better. I’m in my 40s now and the end seems near. God please kill me.
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I’m perpetually depressed, I have no one, no friends, no one to love me or care about me. I wish I could just end my life, but I can’t even do that.
I don’t see how “things will get better” when it hasn’t for three decades.
I have suffered all of my life. My childhood was filled with abuse, my 20s and 30s has been wrought with illness and injuries, ones that affect me every day of my life and will never get better. I am in constant pain. I’m not in my 40s yet but my miserable existence begs the question: What is the point of living?
i realize a lot of you on this site are young so my experiences will not compute. but if you are female and live to see your 40s this is what you can look forward to. i have suffered from severe clinical depression most of my life-all of my adult life. so the next kick in the ass i am experiencing is the run up to menopause. which in itself can cause depression. hormones running amok , thyroid problems, weight gain the laughs just keep coming. which is why my thoughts are running to the dark side these days . that little voice that tells […]
Hello, I’m new to this forum.
Having lived with sucidal ideation for nearly all of my life, and having survived several botched attempts, I have evolved towards a philosophical position that asserts a right to suicide for adults. Â It seems that our culture does not fully respect that each of us come in to the world against our will and consequently develop vastly different attitudes towards life. Our will to live is largely dependent on our individual experience, usually from early childhood, as well as whatever neurochemical makeup we may have inherited.
It’s true that many overcome traumatic experiences, but then again many do not. Those who […]
I cant bring myself to tell anyone. The one person i love enough to tell doesnt listen. Maybe he listens but doesnt want to know. I hate myself and the life i have. But its not a bad life which makes it so much worse. I have tried to kill myself by cutting when i was a preteen but was so chicken shit i only gave a little scratch. Then as i got older i turned to pills for the pain. Overdosing did nothing but send me off to fitfull bouts of bad dreams only to wake up with a pounding headache. As a side […]
i just don’t see a point to (my) life.
i have no goals.
i have no dreams.
i have no ambitions.
i can do almost anything that i want to and all i want to do is lie in bed all day every day.
i hate shopping and materialism.
i hate smalltalk.
i hate socializing.
i hate people especially judgmental people.
i hate sports.
i hate drinking/bars.
i hated every school i went to.
i’ve hated every job i’ve had. my job serves no purpose.
i hate paying bills. i have the money i just hate the process.
why am i so full of hate? i get bored […]