Eating fast food and smoking usually cheers me up.
I'm just a teen, but my advice is to not think about all of that. Just think of what is in front of you and how you can do that to the best ability. Your boss wants you do to do this project, you are going to do it with the best of your ability. You play showdown? Do it to the best you can. You can also go the the gym. I used to be really skinny and nerdy, but after going for a year, I feel much more confident like I can do anything. Don't feel bad that you don't have the money or the girls, they will come once you once it all gets better. I find it as a way to stay happy is to think of my improvement as a human being (eg. wow i did good on my test today, wow i just broke my record for bench) Results won't come instantly, but if you keep your head up, they will.I lost my job recently and I was rejected pretty hard to boot too. My insecurities are acting up again, my anxiety too
Weird but very accurate comparison to me is Tony Montana. I see people with wealth, power, men with attractive women by their sides and don't have a real place in this world by myself. So I get jealous and hostile and want to have whatever the others have, but the more and more I get the less satisfied I become somehow. I used to feel bad because I never got job offers, now I get them regularly but I am jealous of people who get good, proper offers that are actually enticing. I used to feel like less of a man because I never received attention from women, now I get some attention from women but I still feel frustrated because none of my matches or women that hit on me seem enticing
Like what the fuck is wrong with me? I felt more secure and better about myself as a teen, when I was skinnyfat, dependent on my parents, had nothing in my pockets or in my mind, and now I somehow feel worse?
What can I even do? I feel stronger and stronger over my inadequacis the older I get and the more I progress
reading this back three years later is pretty surreal lol. around this time every year is still a bit hard for me, but i manage. i spent a lot of time by myself after i wrote that post; i grieved and i cried, but i made it through. it's hard to not let a moment like that define you, especially when you'll carry it with you forever, but i think i've found a good balance. i'd like to think that despite all the pain it caused, it wasn't for nothing. that time of my life gave me purpose and an unwavering belief in myself. if i was able to make it through one of the hardest things life could throw at me, why wouldn't i get through anything else?hi, uh, if you know me you may be rather surprised to see me post in this thread, but i kind of just want to talk and not force anyone to listen – i hope that makes sense lol. i am going to preface this by saying i do not think i'm clinically depressed, but the last few days have been the hardest i've ever been through.
at the beginning of the year i made a drastic change in my life – i decided to drop out of school (college) and work full time while i pursued music. i moved back in w/ my parents and began to save. about a month after i had moved back home, i had the opportunity to be in a jubilee (youtube channel) video about being mixed race. it was an overwhelmingly positive experience and great exposure, but on top of that, it connected me with the most important person that has ever come into my life.
a couple days after the video came out, i was randomly on my instagram looking through the new people that were following me. one of the names/profile pictures immediately caught my eye; they were both astonishingly pretty. i quickly stalked her page and decided to send her acornywitty dm based on her bio. she responded almost immediately and we hit it off. to give some context, this is right around when quarantine began, so no one was really doing anything other than sitting inside. nonetheless, we were facetiming and watching sex education on netflix party together a few hours later. i found out that night that she lived only about 40 minutes to an hour away, so that just made everything feel even more crazy – like meant to be type shit. the week went on and we were still going strong. we liked a lot of the same artists and shows, and we had similar life goals and everything. every time we'd talk her smile would just make me happy man – she gave me a really indescribable feeling. later on in the week she went on to tell me that one of her close friends had recently passed, and that she was getting over a percocet addiction. ik, ik... one possible red flag and one major one – i noted them, dw. i moved forward with talking to her, albeit much more cautiously, but nothing changed; she still gave me that same feeling and she seemed happy and stable.
fast forward about a month of nonstop talking and we both broke quarantine to see each other. i don't know what bs excuse i told my parents to get out of the house, but i met her after she got off work and we hung out in her car for an hour (very romantic ik). our chemistry in person was exactly the same, and i couldn't have been more happy. i had been wanting something serious, relationship wise, for some time, so this was all very uplifting and exciting. as time passed, we were both introduced to each other's family and everything was great.
i'd say we're about two to two and a half months in to our relationship at this point, and she's starting to have these waves of sadness come and go but nothing too crazy. i think most people can relate, but most people aren't also getting over a perc addiction and the loss of a close friend either. after a couple days of limited communication, she called me and told me that she relapsed. i knew what i was signing up for when i didn't bolt at the first mention of "perc addiction," but it definitely affected me. we had a long and serious talk about what had happened and how we wanted to move forward. this was also right around the time where we officially decided we were "boyfriend and girlfriend," so this was like our first big discussion as a team. i left it feeling reassured that she was really going to take the steps to get better and feeling like she trusts me enough to tell me anything, and she left it understanding that i would always be there to love and support her, as long as she put in the effort to get better.
fast forward a month and a bit more and - everything was still great. i woke up every day excited to see her in person or talk to her on the phone, and she seemed happy as well. we were hanging out 3-4 times a week, and it was everything i'd ever wanted in a relationship. one day though, while at work (zoom), i got a call from her mom. i picked up immediately. her mom told me that she's taking her phone for a bit and that she's okay, but that she almost overdosed on xanax. we later found out she didn't intentionally try to od and that the xanax was laced with fentanyl. still, not a great sign that she took it. more than anything, i was worried. once she got her phone back we had another big talk, but after finding out she was completely okay, i was much less forgiving/understanding this time. i wanted her to know that i'd be there for her through anything, but i couldn't do that if she refused to help herself. she explained to me that the xanax was strictly to help her sleep (the intended use for the drug) and she had been dealing with some insomnia the past couple months, so once again we moved past it. with how im typing this out it might sound like i didn't think it was a huge deal, but this one was much closer to a fight than a talk; i was very upset. but once again, i just had this feeling that this person was supposed to be in my life. we got through it.
fast forward (for the last time lol) another 2-3 months to this past thursday. everything had been great, like everything i want in a relationship great. her mental health was a lot better, and she was now supporting me through some family drama. we still made each other laugh, we still loved watching the same shows and now the same youtubers, and we just had an overwhelming amount of love for each other. on thursday night i took her out to dinner at my favorite restaurant for her birthday; it was perfect. we talked about what we wanted our future to look like and even talked about her addiction. she had been so good and even at that dinner told me "you don't ever have to worry about me getting back to that point, because i'm doing it (getting better) for me now," and i believed her. having someone who is an addict say that to you while coming across genuine and honest doesn't happen very often; again, it felt like meant to be type shit. we left dinner and had a great rest of the night; she drove home, and i drove home. i texted her when i got home, and she texted me. we talked more about the future; we told each other how much we love each other, and then we went to sleep.
i woke up friday morning to a good morning text from her. i responded and then got ready for work (zoom again). she responded maybe once more, and i replied, but that's the last text i would ever receive from her.
i got a call from her mom about an hour later – deja vu. her mom and dad are both on the phone and they tell me that they're on their way to the emergency room. the girl that just told me she wanted to spend the rest of her life with me the night before, and i one thousand percent reciprocated the sentiment, went into cardiac arrest in her room. her 14 year old brother, who's autistic, found her and began giving her cpr while her even younger sister called 911. the paramedics were able to get a pulse, but a good deal of time had passed.
throughout the entire weekend, i've just been a wreck. it's been hard for me to do anything pretty much (and this definitely hasn't been aided by not being able to be in the hospital bc of covid), but today was the first day i felt somewhat human and capable, so that's a start. anyways, they ran tests on top of tests, did exam after exam, but we learned very little in the first 48 hours, well besides the fact that IT WASN'T AN OVERDOSE OR DRUG RELATED AT ALL. the toxicology report came back completely negative, and there were no signs of anything drug related in her room. the doctors believe an undetected deformity in her heart, or something of the sort (they literally don't know), caused an irregular heart rhythm, and that caused the cardiac arrest. as more time passed, we were all but told to start preparing for the worst. so much time had passed from when her heart stopped to when it was restarted that her brain didn't get any oxygen for too long. this caused immense amounts of swelling in her brain and they weren't sure if it would go down. still we waited and hoped and waited and hoped. we were just in this limbo for three days of hoping and praying despite the odds, but about 8 hours ago, after more tests and a second a third opinion, she was confirmed clinically braindead.
i think the hardest part for me has been trying to not fall into the mindset of "nothing matters, anything can be taken from you at any time. why try?" last night that's definitely where i was at. a 19 year old girl who had beat/was in the process of beating a perc addiction, and who had overcome the death of her close friend at the same time, dies from a unexplainable heart incident? like seriously? shit feels like some sort of cruel joke man. i come from a split family situation, so i've always valued family over everything. i've always wanted that picture perfect picket fence family and it feels like god/the world just wanted to shoot that down before it could even really start. like the last real text conversation we had was us saying we wanted to spend the rest of our lives together. we don't even get the chance to try? at all?
anyways, it's 4 am, so i should probably go to sleep. i'm going to the hospital tomorrow to say my final goodbyes with her family before they take her off life support. if there's anything i've taken from this, i guess it's that i don't want to give up. these last 72 hours, i definitely have wanted to, and my parents probably think i have, but that's not the truth. while typing this, i realized that i want to do anything and everything i can to honor her forever. we always talked about the life we wanted to live and how she thought that i would make it in music, so i'm going to do that for her. i am going to get everything we talked about and dedicate it to her. wether she's here with me physically or not, i know she'll always be watching over me and i will never forget her and everything she did for me. i love you alenah. i love you love you love you forever and always.

I always been scared of the prospect of death
but at times it's extremely overwhelming and I keep thinking about what it's like to not exist and all the existential shit
I just tend to overthink it and suddenly I'm spiraling and it's awful
Does anyone have any strategies to snap me out of the spirals?
I feel like he had no ill intentions and feared you may be hurt by him telling you about his feelings towards this girl. I can however perfectly understand your side, I was in a comparable situation recently and I did feel rather frustrated with the other part not being transparent, despite them being well-meaning
Have you tried just talking it out with him? He may not know or realize that this is how you feel, that you would react this way and/or that you split up with this girl due to the from you mentioned reasons
My prefered strategy is cardiovascular exercise. I find it to be essential for snapping me out of negative thought patterns like this. Here's how I do it:I always been scared of the prospect of death
but at times it's extremely overwhelming and I keep thinking about what it's like to not exist and all the existential shit
I just tend to overthink it and suddenly I'm spiraling and it's awful
Does anyone have any strategies to snap me out of the spirals?
I had the EXACT same situation as you have it now two years ago. Like on the point exactlyIt's a real shame, too, because prior to the 2020s I wasn't like this. I used to be happy. I used to actually want to do something with my life. Simply put, over the past two or three years I've just been hiding how I really feel both in person and online. I figured that maybe, just maybe, if I forced myself to try and accept a career path in something other people thought I'd be good at, then I could either keep the mask on, or more preferably, help other people not live the same kind of life I have. If I could get rid of everything I know about school and about hobbies and especially this stupid thing called "relationships", I absolutely would. It's not even that I had a bad childhood, or anywhere close to it. It felt more like everything I grew up believing was either a lie or was covered in lies.
If it helps clarify anything, one of the few things I can say is that for the past two or three years (I'll give 2020 the benefit of the doubt since honestly that year was pretty solid outside of the pandemic) is that nothing, and I mean nothing has been enjoyable for me. I'm not trying to sound like some edgy college kid, either. In fact, here's a full list of my hobbies and what happened to them.I had the EXACT same situation as you have it now two years ago. Like on the point exactly
What I discovered after a while in this state was that these feelings come from insecurities that I always had but never really explored, that there's something that seems intangible that somehow triggered these insecurities and that they started to consume my life. Ever since I was in this state, I've been constantly working on understanding these insecurities and trying to deal with them in some way, but it is difficult and I believe that this task may take up my entire life
I've experienced something similar to this due to pretty much being a shut-in for the first 18 years of my life and having extreme social isolation; I would try to make assumptions about people too based on what I saw on the surface and just assumed they would be "just like the others", leading to a lack of friends. It's still something that's internalized within me today, but I realized everyone fits into some sort of stereotype, even you and me, even by the smallest things like ethnicity and hairstyle. I feel like not judging people from their surface is something that develops eventually, and some people understand it better based on their personal experiences due to being more social, their upbringing, or a lot of factors. Personally something I've been doing to work on it is talking to people more; I honestly don't interact with a lot of people much outside of my girlfriend and her family on a daily basis but experiencing other people takes me out of the bad mindset.Not directly mental health related, but I have and had a tendency all my life that made my life more difficult, made me treat people like shit and destroyed some of my relationships
I reduce people down to their labels. Like I don't see a human, I see their upbringing, their looks, their surroundings, and I make assumptions about them based on this superficial image I have, believing that they are and will act like others I knew who appeared similar to them
I was hostile towards people for reasons they have no control over, rejected and casted out people who could've been my friends and it just makes me feel isolated on a way. I don't want to play the victim, I really am a bully in these (and other) regards, but when all you see in others is a image that reduces the human, I just feel alone
It also makes me a hypocrite. I always hated racism, sexism, ageism, classism, all kinds of discrimination, but I partake in all of these forms of being a jerk
How do I stop doing this?
Edit: Jesus why are people giving haha reactions on this? That's genuine jerk behavior ngl
I just don't understand how people can think that saying yes but meaning no is a thing of politeness, honestly, it's just so much worse
I asked a girl out and we had a fixed date. She told me she can't because of work, I know her work and I know how much crunch there can be so I understood it. But she's been pushing around the date for weeks and weeks and normally I would understand it as her not wanting to see me but then she texts me about how she has a gift for me for my graduation and asks me how I am doing every couple of days?
I asked her if she wants to meet up sometime and she ghosted me for two weeks, then she was again all like how I am doing and tells me that she's on vacation and busy with cleaning her home? What does that even mean? That she's having time but she rather spends several days cleaning her home instead of seeing me?
This makes me feel like I am not even worth an honest answer. Like if she just said no, fine. I get it. But what does this even mean what she's doing?
My older sister is very much like this. The thing is, she never realizes that what she's doing is fucked up. She said, verbatim, that we are all sick and fucked up and that she's the only reasonable person in the family. But like, she tried to kill a classmate in a fit of anger when she was 16. She broke my arm when I was 2 when she got jealous that our mother gave me attention. My parents never left me alone with her because of her behavior
She's 32 and she still lives with our parents, despite them having tried everything to get her out, even renting a small apartment for her that she never went to. She has no friends or loved ones. She literally just lives to eat and watch murder documentaries on Netflix. Honestly it's kinda concerning how obsessed she is with Dahmer and Bundy
I don't have any contact with her anymore since I moved out and she apparently got worse since I left. She now wants an artificial insemination because she feels bored and wants kids. Me and my parents have tried for years to get this out of her head, my parents told her they won't support her when she does this and we tried explaining and explaining to her how she isn't able to raise kids. But she's stubborn and, honestly, there's just something wrong with her
I have pretty bad depressions and anxiety, OCD and some other fucky stuff but I am still the most mentally healthy of my parent's children, which is quite fucked up when you consider how much of a mess I am
Sorry I guess I went on a little rant her. Intervention seems right in this situation. Have you considered suggesting some medical help for her? It can be insulting to many suggesting a psychologist, but doing so tactful and helping her find a place for diagnostics could help her out a great deal
I was reading recently about a psychiatrist who worked with veterans, especially from the Vietnam War. A veteran he was talking to did... well, I won't darken this space with it. But it was something abominable. And, after enough time, the veteran eventually confessed this to the psychiatrist.I wish I had a friend. I wish someone cared about me. I wish people didn't use me. Please. Please someone care about my well being. Please someone accept me. I wish to be shown affection. I want someone to be there for me. Please someone care about me. Please someone be my friend. How many nights do I have to spend crying someone help me please is killing myself my only way of finding peace
Anyone else feel like this? Like what’s the point of living if you’re going to be struggling financially and have to work your ass off just to get the bare minimum to not go hungry. Fuck this life
Like I’m already super depressed and on top of all that I have to worry about being able to afford basic necessecities. We’ve advanced so far as a society yet many of us still have so little.
What is even the point of working? What am I living for? I’ve been working this dead end job for 9 years and have nothing to show for it. I have no skills or qualifications. I live with my mother and have absolutely no money and don’t own anything. I can’t drive or afford to.
The weekend comes and I just sit at home alone. I want to go out and maybe have a drink but I can’t do that because I have nothing. I can’t get a girlfriend because I’m a broke loser who can’t do anything for them or afford to have a life with them. The only women I’ve been with I lied to and pretended I was better.
I honestly feel being dead would be better than feeling this bitter, depressed and angry all the time. Poor people shouldn’t have children, I resent my parents for bringing me into such a shitty world.
Hope to have the courage soon